Chapter 4: Cai Wei (Sanshang)

As the vanguard of the entire attack sequence, Duan Qing did not encounter as much resistance as a lateral attack team such as Xiong Kuohai at the beginning of the battle. Just a moment before rushing into the enemy's camp, his men were shot down by a dozen of them by the archers on duty who were hastily facing him, and the attack was like a devastating blow for the next long distance.

Before many of Zuo Wuhou's soldiers could wake up from their sleep, they died under the swords in a daze. A few quick reflexes grabbed their weapons by their pillows and rushed out of the tent, but they didn't have time to put on their shoes and stumbled over the rubble on the ground and the corpses of their robes. A few minions rushed forward, and they could finish him off in three or two clicks. He grabbed an ownerless torch from the ground and threw it into the tent, and the air was instantly filled with the smell of charred corpses.

The fire, the smoke, the shouting of people, the neighing of horses, and the noisy horns drifting in the night wind, the officers and men could not tell how many bandits had entered their camps, and they were accustomed to orders and prohibitions, and they could not receive any instructions from the Chinese army. \"Don't run around, stand still, stand still!" A low-ranking officer shouted hoarsely, trying to gather the disheveled robes together. Several cold arrows flew through his unarmored body, pinning panic and despair to the ground.

"Kill not take prisoners, only kill not prisoners!" While directing the brothers beside him to rush forward, Duan Qing shouted orders. He had no heart to show mercy to his opponents, not because of cruelty, but because the lives of the parents, wives and children of the robes were pinned on this battle. If he wins, the officers and soldiers will not be able to cross the river for at least half a year. In the event of defeat, his opponent will not show any mercy to him, his wife and children. They are thieves, and the enemy is soldiers, and soldiers and thieves have been inseparable since ancient times. Although a closer look at it closely, the two sides look almost identical. They are all thick eyebrows and big eyes, and their faces are full of wind and frost. All have black heads and yellow faces.

Needless to say, the brothers also knew how to increase their chances of victory. The number of enemies and friends is basically the same, and if you take advantage of the enemy's surprise to kill one more person, the chance of being counterattacked will be reduced by a few points. The greatest embodiment of the results of ordinary hard training at this time, the officers and soldiers who stood in front of everyone seemed to be sloppy paper, rushing up one to die, and two to die and one to die. \ Each corpse had three or four bloody holes poked out of it, and even if it turned to run, it would be chased from behind by sharp cold arrows. The instantly lifeless body could continue to run for more than a dozen steps before it collapsed, and blood gushed out of the wound like a spring of blood, burning the red man's eyes at the same time as the flames on the tent.

Several heavy throwing spears slammed into the queue, and the quick-armed minions slid to the ground with their shields. Duan Qing glanced at it from the corner of his eye, and he could see clearly the source of the throwing gun. It was a few Zuo Wuhou pawns who had just avoided his advance route, their faces were pale from the firelight, but their eyes were full of humiliation and unwillingness. Without hesitation, Duan Qing swung his sword in the direction of the sneak attacker, and the archers in the team rushed and shot as they ran. Dozens of feathered arrows flew at close range towards the same target, and the density was so great that the opponent could not hide at all. Each of the Zuo Wuhou pawns was hit by five or six arrows, and they were immediately angry, but their faces were always facing the direction where the feather arrows were flying, full of hatred. \

They are not the first to rise up to the challenge, nor will they be the last. Disorganized resistance like this continued during the attack6 with minimal effect. The small triangular formation with Duan Qing as the blade was like a freshly sharpened ploughshare, constantly advancing, plowing a deep and wide blood groove in the center of Zuo Wuhou's camp. Hundreds of lives were filled in the ditches, like freshly turned dirt, hot and steaming with pink mist.

It was the color of the top of Hell's Yaksha's head, and I don't know who let her out, dancing naked in the flames. Countless souls floated out of her shell and fluttered around her. The sound of the horn beats the dance and the screams are the accompanying melody. The bloody wind is the medium, and the blood rain is the companion. In the bloody storm, both sides of the fight became more and more fanatical. Give more souls and become a feast on the plate of demons and monsters.

The further he advanced deeper into the enemy camp, the fiercer Zuo Wuhou's resistance became. More were awakened by the screams of their companions, and more were burned to the ground by the flames. There were not a few people who turned around and fled, but the cowardice of the cowards could not shake the will of many veterans. \ These veterans have been fighting under the banner of Zuo Wuhou for more than ten years or more, and they have been deeply branded with this team in their bones. Although they knew that the consequence of resisting might be to put their lives on the line, they instinctively made a choice between life and honor.

Several tents were lit by their owners before Duan Qing and the others could get close. The soldiers led their bedding, boots, and all the combustibles they could catch, and threw them indiscriminately on the path that the advance of the Zhaozhou army must pass. This was not done to kill or injure the opponent, but to disrupt the rhythm of the attack of the Zhaozhou army. Just as Duan Qing and the others had to stop to clear the barricades, dozens of Zuo Wuhou veterans rushed up with a howl and rushed into their team from the side.

The Pak Daomen on both sides of the team were caught off guard and instantly melee with the enemy. The veteran of Zuo Wuhou took advantage of the opportunity of his companions to entangle the enemy, and quickly infiltrated through the gap in the ranks. Their target is the archers in the center of the battle array, and killing these cold arrows, the forward of the Zhaozhou army is equivalent to being pulled out of their teeth. The archers, without shields and armor, had to dodge, embarrassed like lambs under the mouth of a tiger. Many people were cut off at the same time, holding their arms and wailing. There are also people who resist with bowstrings as weapons, and they wrap themselves around the neck of the veteran Zuo Wuhou. Both sides fell to the ground at the same time, rolling around. Suddenly, it stopped moving at the same time. A spear flew in, firmly straining the two of them together.

"Shrink, keep the formation!" Duan Qing's voice came through the thick smoke, with a nameless anger. The lancers and spearmen in the front row of the line turned and stabbed back, stabbing the desperate enemies who broke into the formation. The troublemakers were quickly cleaned up, and the formation was restored to order under Duan Qing's dispatch. But the archers had fallen by more than thirty, and the feathered arrows that were fired around them were obviously not as dense and rhythmic as they had just been.

The slight stagnation has already made Zuo Wuhou's soldiers see an opportunity. Under the leadership of several low-ranking officers, they gradually organized themselves and blocked the way of the Zhaozhou army one after another. It's not so much a fight as it is a harassment. And the methods of harassment are constantly renewed, one trick fails, and soon it is replaced by a new one. \

More than a dozen soldiers of Zuo Wuhou came from the flank, made a little contact, and immediately fled away. Without waiting for Duan Qing to adjust the formation, another group of Zuowu Hou soldiers broke into his left flank regardless of life and death. When he used all his strength to repair the left flank, a new enemy appeared on the right flank. Left front, left back, right front, right back, drive away wave after wave, like a swarm of hornets that have been stabbed in the nest, one after another, forgetting to die.

Duan Qing soon became a little overwhelmed. Each wave of the opponent's attacks was not large, but each wave of attacks would cost him more than a dozen brothers. He had the intention to lead the team to chase and kill and completely disperse the harassers. But the enemy refused to fight him, leaving his companions behind and quickly retreating into darkness. It's a near-rogue tactic, costly but effective. A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye, a life for a life, in order to achieve the goal, sometimes two for one is not hesitating. The two sides are almost competing to see who is more patient and who can withstand the sacrifice better. Those who can't support it first will collapse the whole army, and those who hold out to the last will stand on the corpse of their robes and laugh miserably. \

"Woo, woo, woo-woo-" The horn came from behind, urging both sides to end this boring entanglement as soon as possible. "Scatter around!" Duan Qing commanded helplessly. The archers in the team immediately fired their feathered arrows aimlessly in all directions, most of them missed, and a small number of them hit the enemy, causing them to cover their wounds and fall.

"Keep going, left and right!" Taking advantage of the fact that the opponent was forced to hurry by the feather arrow, Duan Qing gave the second order with difficulty. This was the request made to him by the horn that had just come from behind, ordering him to move forward at all costs, with the goal of cutting through the enemy's camp, and not caring about the enemy's entanglement. This means that the robes who will be entangled by the enemy will become victims, and the vast majority of them will not be able to see the sun tomorrow for the sake of winning the whole battle. And tomorrow is the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, on this day in the past, after eating the family banquet of the fifth day, relatives and friends will continue to say goodbye to 6, and they are busy with their lives in the new year.

The battle will not give people too much time to think about it, and the sergeants of Zhaozhou, who heard the order of the commander-in-chief, quickly shrank into a dense formation, got rid of the entanglement of the enemy army, and rushed forward. \And the elite of Zuo Wuhou, who had experienced a hundred battles, also reacted quickly, rushing forward with a more ferocious attitude, trying to cut them into two parts.

At this moment, the second wave of Wang Fei's attack sequence arrived. "You don't care, leave this to me!" He shouted loudly, regardless of whether Duan Qing could hear it or not. Then he led all the brothers to fight with the elite of Zuo Wuhou who rushed up, and the long knife was like practice, and countless red lights were splashed in an instant.

The input of the new force allowed Duan Qingxun to get out of the predicament, and he continued to rush forward, completely handing over the flanks and rear roads to Wang Fei. The minions of the second wave of attack sequences are even more ferocious than the first wave, and there is no way to survive under the chaotic knife. Even so, they could not completely frighten the enemy, and in the darkness, the soldiers of Zuo Wuhou, who were constantly recovering from panic, rushed over and entangled with the campers desperately.

Such a brave opponent is indeed worthy of respect, but the taste of fighting them is extremely uncomfortable. Duan Qing soon encountered new trouble, and directly in front of him, a young general with more than 300 soldiers formed a circle formation and blocked the way. "The whole team, flat end lance! Duan Qing gritted his teeth and spat out a mouthful of blood-red foam. Plus, bump into it and shout, take the lead. Almost at the same time, his opponent raised his spear horizontally, aiming it at his chest.

The enemy and the enemy collided without any skill, and in an instant hundreds of people fell, the tip of the spear broke in the body, and they were killed instantly. Duan Qing's eyes were stained red with the blood of his robe, and he couldn't remember his mission anymore, so he screamed and rushed towards the enemy general. The general of the Sui army, who was not wearing armor, also saw him and rushed over with the same hatred. The two fought knife to knife, collided with each other in an instant, and quickly separated. Then each of them took a deep breath and added to each other again. The personal soldiers of the generals of both sides also joined the battle group, trying to take advantage of the chaos to hack the other party's main general. One will be soldier to general, and the next will be soldier to soldier, and every time there is contact, countless people will fall, and every time they break away, countless people will shout and rush to their own general.

Only a few of the minions of the Zhaozhou army wore leather armor, and most of them only had armor made of arrowroot, and a few bamboo boards were stuffed into key parts to counteract the attacks of the weapons. \ If the two sides fight in formation, they will definitely suffer a big loss in terms of equipment. But now, Zuo Wuhou's soldiers didn't have time to put on armor at all, and they also went into battle lightly. After the gap in equipment was leveled, the two sides fought hard during ordinary training. In this regard, the Zhaozhou Army is unsurpassed in the entire Hebei. Zuo Wuhou is also the elite of the Great Sui elite. The tip of the needle was against Mai Mang, and it was evenly divided for a while. Duan Qing took the opportunity to solve the two guards of the enemy general, and there were also two guards around him who were cut down by the enemy general. The two sides glanced at each other through the knife bush, and actually sneered at each other in unison. Then, shouting and approaching each other, they swung their knives at each other, sending a string of terrible sparks into the air.

In this round, the pro-soldiers on both sides did not have time to stop them, and watched their generals and opponents fight to the death. Duan Qing has a small skeleton and is not as strong as the other party, but he is used to traveling lightly, and his body is enough to make up for the lack of strength. The young Sui General didn't expect that there were also people among the bandits who could match his martial arts, so he was ashamed and angry, and his face turned bloody. "Thief, suffer death!" He kept shouting, trying to disrupt his opponent's mind or provoke him to compete with him. Duan Qing was not fooled, jumping between the corpse and the pool of blood, avoiding head-on contact, and looking for flaws on the flanks. The two sides fought for two more rounds, and were once again separated by the soldiers. Then find an opportunity to meet again, "Death!" The young general slashed down with a sword, and the momentum sank. Duan Qing had two people on the left and right fighting, and there was no way to avoid it, so he had to raise his sword to meet him. "Dangchang!" With a bang, the horizontal knife in his hand split into two pieces. Both sides were stunned, and then, the young general pounced on him with a cruel smile, and Duan Qing had to retreat, trying to find weapons from the dead corpse to resist while retreating. The opponent refused to give him this chance, and the closer he got closer, the cold wind brought by the horizontal knife had already blown to his eyebrows. In the middle of the night, a low horn sounded in the depths of the nightfall, woo, woo-"

It wasn't the horn sound of the Xuzhou army, Duan Qing jumped half a step and picked up a shield with his toes. His opponent did not continue to pursue, but frowned and stopped, first spat at the ground fiercely, and then pulled his neck and shouted: "General Sang has an order, don't fall in love, follow me!" ”

"Don't be in love, don't be in love!" The soldiers of the Sui army, who had already initially gained a firm foothold, summoned each other, and broke away from the battle group one after another under the confused eyes of Duan Qing and others. "Keep moving forward, and leave the back road to me!" Wang Fei's voice came from a distance again, full of anxiety and exhaustion.

"Keep going, Tho Camp!" Duan Qing ordered without hesitation. Dropping his shield, he picked up a lance and rushed back to the front of the group. The enemy will adjust the deployment, but his own commander has not changed the order. Who is right and who is wrong is not something that an officer of his level needs to think about. He just needs to carry out the order unconditionally, to the letter.

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