Chapter 4: Cai Wei (3 times)

Since both sides have already made plans to fight to the death, every move of the Zhaozhou army naturally did not escape the eyes of the opponent. Now Cheng Mingzhen did not rush to launch a second wave of attacks immediately after the initial battle goal failed, but stopped to reorganize the team. Huya Lang sent Sang Xianhe and a wave of admiration swelled up in his heart.

Only cowards like to pinch soft persimmons,. If Cheng Mingzhen is just a rampage, even if he Sang Xianhe finally turns the tide in this battle, there will be no glory to boast of. But if Cheng Mingzhen's performance is indeed as heroic and witty as the legend, even if Zuo Wuhou wins a tragic victory, the glory of victory is enough to make up for the regrets in the hearts of the war dead.

Both sides tried to adjust their formations as soon as possible to make final preparations for the fierce battle that was about to break out. When the horn of the Zhaozhou Army sounded proudly, Zuo Wuhou's drummers immediately responded in groups. Before the two armies came into contact, the sound of trumpets first exchanged hands in the night sky. One side is like a mountain and a tsunami, and the other side is like a hidden dragon soaring into the abyss, impassioned and unruly. The blood in the soldiers' bodies was suddenly added to the ignition point, and with the commander's order, it exploded and rushed towards each other.

The short distance of 200 paces was crossed in an instant, and the archers on both sides tried to weaken the enemy's combat power as much as possible, but they did not achieve much. In such a short period of time, even the most skilled archers can only shoot three arrows at most. \ More than half of them fell into the air, and a small half was separated by shields, and a few of them hit their targets, bringing up clouds of dark red blood mist.

Someone fell to the ground and wailed bitterly. But there was no one to help. A slight stagnation can make the difference between victory and defeat. The injured can only ask for their own blessings, and do not be trampled to death by their own people before the blood runs out. The runner opened his mouth and shouted, "Ahhh———hhh

The ground seemed to shake, all the shouts suddenly stopped, and a large dark red fog suddenly rose from the convergence of the two armies, blooming in an instant, as strange as a flower. The two sides began to make contact head-on, and each other's forwards tried to tear apart each other's formations, spears and giant lances intertwined, picking off each other's protections and stabbing into each other's bodies. Skilled fighters twist sideways at the slightest moment, letting go of the vital points of their bodies. The person who reacted a little slower was stabbed by the lance, and he didn't have time to hum, and he was angry on the spot.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, death to those who stand in my way!" The front teams were on top of each other, and after they were deadlocked, the flanks of the two sides also made contact. Wang Fei easily got a chance not to make a wedding dress for others, and his eyes lit up with excitement. With a knife in one hand and a shield in the other, he smashed the opponent in front of him and squeezed into the enemy formation first. The surrounding Zuowu Hou soldiers immediately gathered at him, spears, horizontal knives, and iron lances raised simultaneously, trying to strangle him in the array. \ The cronies who followed Wang Fei formed an iron triangle tightly on their backs, protecting the back and sides of their generals and preventing Wang Fei from being attacked on all sides.

Taking advantage of the attraction of the enemy's right flank, it was all concentrated on Wang Fei's department for an instant. Duan Qing saw the opportunity and made a second breakthrough at a position about twenty steps away from Wang Fei. He was very cunning in his position, just stuck in the gap that the enemy team was deformed and the low-level officers had no time to fill. In an instant, he rushed forward nearly twenty steps. But the bargain ended there, and under the command of Sang Xianhe, the center of gravity of the enemy's defense quickly tilted to the right flank. Duan Qing led his subordinates to rush left and right, killing all over blood, and it was difficult to advance half a step forward.

Although the way was blocked by enemy forces, the brothers were caught in a bitter battle. Duan Qing's strong attack still greatly relieved the pressure on Wang Fei and the others. Taking advantage of the fact that the enemy army was in a hurry, more minions of the Zhaozhou army rushed into the enemy formation, gathered together with Wang Fei and others, and bit the other party and did not let go.

The pressure on Zuo Wuhou's right flank was so great that Sang Xianhe had to adjust his deployment again. He blew his horn and ordered some of his men behind him to move to the right flank, lest the formation be cut off by the enemy. While dealing with the pressure from the right wing, he had to keep his eyes on Cheng Mingzhen at all times, so as not to cause trouble in the middle.

The real killer move of the Zhaozhou army is definitely not on the right flank, and many years of experience in the battle make Sang Xianhe's concentration far from ordinary. At the moment, a stalemate has formed between the right flank and the front, and dozens of people are screaming and dying every moment. But the key point of the decisive victory must not be in these two places, if Cheng Mingzhen only has these two shots, he will not rely on a vote of thieves to press the soldiers of all counties in southern Hebei to the point that it is difficult to raise their heads. If he Sang Xianhe puts all his last strength into it now, he can't live up to the prestige he has earned after a hundred battles.

Jue Sang Xianhe was not mobilized by his false moves, and Cheng Mingzhen had no choice but to continue to increase the intensity of his frontal attacks. He led his own soldiers and advanced from the middle line to the front. Together with Zhang Tangzhu and Meng Dapeng, who served as forwards, a heavy hammer was formed. Smash it down, smash it and smash the flesh and blood of the enemy array. Zuo Wuhou's forward was a little unable to resist, and was pushed back slowly. Several brave low-ranking generals went against the current, trying to strengthen their defensive line with a counterattack. Cheng Mingzhen threw the long lance in his hand into the air, hitting the neck of the leader. The long, cumbersome lance pierced more than two feet deep before it stopped, blood gushing out along the blade. The officer of Zuo Wuhou, who had stopped breathing, could not fall, and was driven by the residual strength of the lance, and in vain he shook among his own soldiers, swaying left and right. \ Finally someone sensed his abnormality and hugged him by the waist with his hand. The lance spun and fell due to its weight in mid-air, and the lance landed on the ground, cutting the entire neck of its prey.

"General Liu, General Liu......." The pro-soldiers who had lost their generals howled loudly, and rushed to Cheng Mingzhen's location with blood-red eyes. Meng Dapeng took the lead to catch up, and with a sharp swing of the wood-chopping axe in his left hand, he unloaded half of the Sui soldier closest to him. The red-eyed soldiers immediately gave up on Cheng Mingzhen and surrounded Meng Dapeng in the middle. Meng Dapeng, who was on the rise, sneered again and again, and the two axes for chopping wood were like windmills, blocking the spear that posed the greatest threat to him, and the axes smashed towards the empty door exposed in front of the enemy's chest, shattering the opponent's sternum. Immediately, he quickly twisted his body, clamped another spear under his ribs, and swept his axe along the shaft of the spear.

The spear-wielding enemy soldier was unable to dodge, and half of his palm was cut off by an axe. Meng Dapeng shouted violently, let go of the spear shaft, and with another axe, he smashed the Zuo Wuhou soldier who was holding his fingers and screaming.

At this moment, Cheng Mingzhen also leaned forward. Lead your own soldiers to meet the red-eyed avengers. The efficiency of organized cooperation and killing is always better than fighting alone, and in an instant, General Liu's personal soldiers have been cut and killed. \ The soldiers of the Zhaozhou Army laughed wildly a few times and turned their heads to the next target.

Seeing that the enemy general was so brave, Sang Xianhe couldn't help but gasp. In order not to pay too many senseless sacrifices, he called the most skilled guards around him over and pointed at Cheng Mingzhen. The escort was covered in plate armor and looked like a lump of iron. But the movements were very neat, and after giving up the order, he immediately ordered more than 20 veterans who were skilled in martial arts, and rushed straight to Cheng Mingzhen's eyes. Halfway through, there were minions of the Yuzhou army who tried to fight him, but they were actually cut to pieces by their gang one by one.

"Mo Dao Array!" Cheng Mingzhen heard the screams of his subordinates and turned his head suddenly. He recognized the blade in the hand of the enemy general. That was the first weapon of the Great Sui Infantry Battle, the long-handled Mo knife. At that time, the Sui army used this array to shake the Turkic wolf cavalry, with 500 against 3,000, one knife for people and one knife for horses, and even people and horses killed the Turkic wolf riders, and escaped thousands of miles in one breath and did not dare to look back.

He didn't expect that he would have the honor to try the sharpness of the Mo Sword Formation, so he smiled bitterly and took a long tassel from his own soldier. "Follow me and crush them!" Without waiting for Cheng Ming to vibrate, Captain Zhang Tangzhu had already led the team to greet him. More than thirty long lances are flat-ended, trying to disperse the opponent with a wedge-shaped lance.

"Be careful! Bypass and break through on the side! Cheng Mingzhen's heart tightened and reminded loudly. \ When the two armies fought, the surroundings were too noisy, and Zhang Tangzhu didn't hear his instructions at all. In the blink of an eye, the lance array and the Mo knife array met, and the sonorous sound was endless. In the blink of an eye, Zhang Tangzhu fell down holding the broken lance, his eyes wide open, and his face was full of unwillingness.

Of the more than 30 long lances, only five or six Mo knives were replaced. Such a tragic exchange surprised the surrounding Yuzhou army. In this stunned kung fu, the warrior of Zuo Wuhou, who was wearing plate armor, pointed at Cheng Mingzhen with the tip of his knife, shouted, and led the rest of the Mo swordsmen to pounce like wolves.

"Defend in a circle, pay attention to each other's cooperation!" In this case, Cheng Mingzhen can no longer be allowed to dodge. He raised his spear and pointed it right at the attacker. The shaft of the spear was slapped hard by the opponent, and the blade slashed down. Cheng Mingzhen twisted his body to avoid it, and the spear shaft swept as a club. The pro-soldier next to the opponent blocked it with a Mo knife, and his pro-soldier saw the opportunity to stab the opponent in the lower abdomen with a spear.

The screams were incessant. Both generals dodged the enemy's attack at the last moment, but their own soldiers paid with their lives. Cheng Mingzhen quickly twisted his body, and another side spin sweep. Use a spear as a stick and stumble over the legs of the enemy general. The enemy was so tired by the heavy armor that he didn't have time to jump away, so he slammed the Mo knife to his feet, blocking the spear shaft. \

With a bang, Cheng Mingzhen's spear smashed into the blade of Mo's knife and broke into two. At the same time, two screams were heard, and his own soldiers on his left and right fell under the enemy's sabers. The enemy general covered in plate armor laughed fiercely, raised his sword, and wanted to give the opponent a fatal blow. Before his blade fell, a burst of blood was suddenly heard in his nostrils, followed by a sharp tear in his eyes.

"Avenge Captain Zhang!" Cheng Mingzhen shouted, withdrew his blood-stained boots, and swung his spear shaft to hit his opponent's ear. All effective means of killing are legitimate means, and there has never been a fair and honest statement about rogue warfare. Seeing that their master unexpectedly blinded the enemy's eyes with sludge, the minions not only felt ashamed, but instead did the same, using both hands and feet, one after another, the dirty blood and mud on the ground were pasted on the faces of the Mo knife hands.

The Mo sword bearers are all the top elites in the army, and the armor on their bodies is far better than that of ordinary soldiers. But today, this superb iron armor has become a burden to them. Even though more than a dozen minions were slashed by Modao, the rest of the minions persevered and made one trick after another. A moment later, the general in front of Cheng Mingzhen was knocked unconscious by him. The other dozen or so Mo knifemen were either hacked to death after being blinded by the mud, or tripped by the minions with ropes and strangled to death. \

Seeing all this in his eyes, Sang Xianhe was so angry that he couldn't wait to step forward in person and cut off Cheng Mingzhen's head to comfort the brothers in the spirit of heaven. As he wished, Cheng Mingzhen, who had cleaned up his opponent, picked up a Mo knife and shouted at Zuo Wuhou Zhongjun, Sang Xianhe! ”

"Woo, woo, woo————-" The pro-soldier blew the horn with all his might, announcing the start of the final blow. Duan Qing, Wang Fei, Meng Dapeng and others immediately responded, and rushed towards the Chinese army with all their strength.

"That's all there is to it?" Sang Xianhe was furious, but the more he suspected that Cheng Mingzhen was cheating. The right flank and the front army were in shambles, but the attacks on his left flank were unscathed. According to the report of the soldiers sent by the generals over there, there was a stupid black man who attacked many times, but each time he was beaten back by everyone's concerted efforts.

"If the main direction of attack is really on the left flank, the price paid by Cheng Mingzhen will be greater!" Looking at the increasingly fierce battle situation, Sang Xianhe frowned and thought secretly. If he were to change places with the other party, he would never let his subordinates make such a big sacrifice. It is foreseeable that even if the Zhaozhou army wins this battle, it will itself be broken. After dawn, Wei Deshen and Duan Lingming led the army to kill each other, which was enough to kill the Xuzhou army without leaving a piece of armor. \

As he hesitated, he suddenly heard a noise coming from his left flank. Ah, be careful-". Sang Xianhe's heart tightened, and he quickly turned around and saw a strong man like an iron tower waving a big stick on fire, and quickly ran towards him.

Almost the entire left wing revolves around this man. Dozens of bloody Liukou were running after the black man, and more Zuowu Hou soldiers were closely following the Liukou. No one can stop this guy anymore, Sang Xian and several loyal and brave soldiers around him have sacrificed themselves to pounce, and they were all defeated by this person with two big sticks with fire.

Without waiting for Sang Xianhe to adjust his deployment, the strong man had already killed in front of him. "Get out of the way, the one who cut the flag is here!" The man screamed frantically, rolling the two fireballs back and forth on the stick. Sang Xianhe's personal soldiers were not afraid of death, but they couldn't stand the burning, they were either nodded on their heads, or their eyes were splashed by sparks, and the wolves ran to the dolphins, hugging their heads and running away.

"Take him down for me!" Seeing that the other party was about to rush to the Shuai banner, Sang Xianhe had to send the reserves in his hand. The enemy troops in front and on the left and right flanks have appeared, and all of Cheng Mingzhen's tricks have been exhausted. After taking down the big black man, the next thing is his time to make peace, he wants to use the blood and fire of the enemy to teach the rogues a lesson, tell them how to be a qualified general, how to command the battle. \

The reserve troops of Zuo Wuhou, who couldn't wait, responded loudly, and then turned around in unison, rushing towards the big black man and the others. Seeing that he had recruited so many Sui soldiers and Sui generals at once, the big black man Xiong Kuohai knew that he would not be able to kill Shuai Qi no matter what, so he was so anxious that he shouted. Picking up the big sticks with torches tied to the two ends, he turned around for half a circle, and once again forced away the Sui soldiers who were approaching him. Then his hands suddenly loosened, "Recruit guys, the stick swept through the air like a hot wheel, and went straight to Sang Xianhe's handsome banner."

The soldiers of the Sui army did not expect that the vast sea would play such a hand, and they raised their weapons to block it, where could they still block it. There was only a crisp sound in my ears, and the two wooden sticks with fire flew over a distance of more than thirty paces and were smashing into the center of the flagpole. The flagpole made of hardwood shook a few times, but finally straightened again. Before the onlookers could cheer, a flame scurried up along the corner of the flag, spreading to the entire flag in an instant.

"I lit the flag, I lit the flag!" Xiong Kuohai was afraid that others would not know that the bad thing was done by himself, and raised his arms and shouted. When he finished shouting, he bent down and picked up a long lance from the ground, and dragged it backwards and ran out of the battle array. While running, he continued to shout: "Go, go, complete the task, the wind is howling!" ”

"Shuai Qi is on fire, Sang Xianhe is defeated!" Cheng Mingzhen did not have a fuel-efficient master, and when he saw that the enemy's handsome flag was ignited by the majestic sea, he immediately shouted at the top of his throat.

"Nonsense! The winner is undecided!" Sang Xianhe was so angry that his nose was crooked, and he couldn't help but open his mouth to refute. His voice was drowned out by a higher shout, "Shuai Qi is on fire, Sang Xianhe is defeated!" Brothers officers and soldiers, hurry up and shout! ”

Which one is this? Sang Xianhe couldn't laugh or cry. The handsome flag represents the majesty of the first army, and it was destroyed by the enemy on the way, which really damaged the morale of Zuo Wuhou. But at this moment, Zuo Wuhou's formation is complete, the reserve force is sufficient, and he is more than 108,000 miles away from defeat. Glancing hatefully at the vast sea that broke out, he gritted his teeth and ordered, "Blow the horn, ignore the left flank, all the brothers attack straight ahead, and take down the thief in one fell swoop!" ”

The commander gave up his command, but his voice was far less loud than before. As soon as he raised the corner of the painting to his mouth, suddenly, a high-pitched horn sound sounded behind him. "Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo-"

Sang Xianhe. Brothers from all walks of life in Hebei Province, shoulder to shoulder!" Accompanied by the sound of horns, thousands of people shouted in unison. Zuo Wuhou's soldiers couldn't ignore behind him, and couldn't help but look back, only to see that he didn't know how many green forest heroes had been killed behind him, and the lantern balls and torches converged into a torrent.

"There's an ambush!"

"The enemy is behind!"

The soldiers exclaimed one by one. was first attacked by the enemy at night, followed by the burning of the handsome banner, and their psychological endurance has reached the limit. And the enemy army that suddenly killed behind it became the last straw that broke the camel's back, whether it was really thousands of troops or hundreds of minions, it was enough to make everyone frightened.

"Kill, don't run away Sang Xianhe!"

"Kill, shoulder to shoulder!"

No matter which way they came, it greatly boosted the morale of the Zhaozhou army. The leaders and minions shouted loudly, and the offensive was like a tide. Sang Xianhe still tried to save the endgame, but the command was completely out of order. The robes could no longer accompany him to his death, and broke up in several units before the enemy could encircle.

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