Chapter 396: Slaughterhouse

Among the tens of thousands of four hundred horsemen, although it was a slashing and killing, he did not dare to disperse, Liu Shisan directly divided the people into two teams, one team was himself and the guards and these people from Zhenhe Villa, and the rest of the reinforcements and regimental trainers were a team, after a short rest.

The horses were driven out, and everyone was replaced with swords and axes, and the current rebel slave brigade did not have the slightest sense of being outnumbered. It was like a flock of sheep driven by lions on the steppe, and the cavalry rushed there, and the slaves there ran away crying out. Even when a well-trained infantry meets a heavy cavalry charge, there are officers who desperately maintain the formation.

Even so, many times it is forced to be broken and scattered by the heavy cavalry, and the oppressive force of the heavy cavalry rushing towards you without a strong psychological quality. Although it is said that the four hundred cavalry led by Liu 13, that is, the soldiers are covered with armor and the horses are not covered, except for the cavalry spears in their hands which are heavy weapons, the standard of the rest of the heavy cavalry is still far behind.

However, these slave armies, more precisely, these slave brigades, these people have never had any combat experience, and most of them can be said to have participated in the war during this escape.

Hundreds of horses rushed towards him in order, armored soldiers, mounted guns, roaring sounds, and a solemn atmosphere. It's all that they are not prepared to face at all, if it is said that the soul is scattered, it is a little exaggerated their psychological state at this time, they are no longer afraid, and their first feeling is just to run away.

The biggest damage on the battlefield is not when fighting, but in pursuit, the big axe in Liu Shisan's hand is an improved product of Huazhou craftsman's workshop, with a hollow on the wide surface, in order to reduce his weight, at the same time, the creation of the axe blade is based on the Japanese craftsman's method of creating a long knife, and the degree of sharpness and toughness is enough.

Liu 13 put the axe on the front hook on the side of the horse, and rode the horse towards the crowd in his direction, now the slaves in this open area are no longer facing Liu 13 and the cavalry, they all sold their backs to the enemy, desperately trying to run away from the battlefield, Liu 13's mood has been completely relaxed, the two-year confinement has made his mood control very well, even if there are lambs to be slaughtered in front of him, he will not be dizzy by the blood and blood, Liu Shisan was only faintly excited at this time.

The crowd couldn't run too fast at all, even if he ran fast, he wouldn't be faster than the horses, and the one who rushed to the front was still the regimental trainer who was waiting for the crime, the veteran was extremely excited in his heart, he knew that he couldn't die today, and now what he had to do was how many enemies he wanted to do and accumulate enough credit for himself.

The long knife in his hand swung out with enough strength, and the head of a slave who couldn't dodge was suddenly cut off, blood gushed out from the broken place, and the surrounding slaves were drenched in hot blood, and they were even more mentally broken, no one thought about resisting, just wanted to get as far away from these cavalry as possible.

Another scream sounded, half of the body of a slave who fell behind was directly cut off, and the big axe in Liu Shisan's hand did not stop, directly turned in a direction, and cut down a person on the side.

The screams kept ringing out, and the core of the slave team was originally Park Bingxian and some of the people he gathered, these people still had passable weapons in their hands no matter what, but the entire tens of thousands of people were in chaos, and their thousands of people were quickly disrupted.

Pu Bingxian, who was in the carriage, was quickly rushed off the carriage by the flow of people, and before he could get up, he was trampled on by countless feet, and he was directly turned into blood and mud.

Driven by Liu Shisan and some experienced guards, most of the slaves ran back the way they came, and when they found that if they ran in that direction, no one would chase them, so they naturally gathered over.

The people who crowd each other and trample on death are nothing, dodging the slashing behind the cavalry like the devil is the most important, after the four hundred cavalry chased and killed for a while, they gathered into a team, that is, for an hour or so, the horses under everyone's crotch were a little tired, and the blades in the hands of many people were already curling blades in the continuous chopping, and when they were together, some people who killed too fiercely found that their arms were extremely sore.

At this time, the battlefield was already filled with a bloody atmosphere, full of stumps and broken arms that fell there, flowing blood and corpses, and those who were trampled and seriously injured lying on the ground and groaning, Liu Shisan and his guards were used to killing and killing, and they were used to such bloody scenes.

However, there are some team exercises that have not participated in any battles, and when they kill, they are boiled by bloody stimulation, and they are slashed and killed there, but once they calm down and see such a scene, they suddenly have their stomachs turned upside down, and they just have to vomit out.

Liu Shisan looked at the slaves crowded on the road, he had lost interest in slashing, he was already very tired of these people, and there was no need to continue to chase and kill, but Fei Yu over there was eager to try, and asked Liu Shisan excitedly:

"My lord, let's catch up and keep some slaves, it's all silver!"

Lifting his face armor, Liu Shisan shook his head at the excited Fei Li, and opened his mouth to command:

"When those slaves are far away, you mobilize all the men in Zhenhe, gather these corpses outside and burn them, on such a hot day, there will be an epidemic soon."

When Fei Yu heard this, he knew that his idea of catching some slaves to make a fortune was shattered, but when he saw those seriously injured slaves moaning on the ground, he hurriedly asked Liu 13 and said:

"My lord, what about the wounded!"

"There are any wounded people there, all dead people here, and they are all burned for me!"

Liu Shisan's tone was a lot more severe, this sentence basically sentenced all the North Korean wounded who could not exercise in this area to death, Fei Yu naturally did not dare to argue, and quickly nodded and agreed. Four hundred and ten cavalrymen wounded one person and killed five thousand enemies against an army of nearly 50,000 rebellious slaves, which was a truly jaw-dropping achievement, and even the wounded man fell from his horse, and after falling, no one came to attack him, and the soldier climbed on his horse himself, and then continued to pursue.

The chaos of this day is like an illusion, everyone thinks that they will die today, or that they will fight to the death, no one thought that it would be so easy to win, and the five thousand people, whether converted into silver or military merits, are extremely rich rewards, and everyone is elated.

It stands to reason that after returning to Zhenhe Manor, it should be a banquet to celebrate the achievement, but everyone cooked some corn and ate it there briefly, and the Han people and slaves of the entire Zhenhe Manor were mobilized, and the slaves didn't have to worry about what reactionary thoughts they would have now, and the thousands of corpses outside were enough to shock everything.

A hundred corpses were piled up, and immediately the chopped firewood was piled up and set on fire, and the carts in the manor were constantly transporting firewood, grass and fuel on the battlefield.

The people in Zhenhe Manor have been busy until late at night, Fei Yu is as timid as a mouse when fighting, but he has some talent in the deployment of labor, and everyone is assigned by him into three shifts, taking turns to work on the battlefield, and constantly adding firewood and grass to those lit fires.

Women and children, the old and the weak also go to the nearby mountains to cut down trees, on this night in Zhenhe Manor, the air is filled with the aroma of meat and fat being burned, this smell only dissipates after more than ten days, many people in Zhenhe Manor have started their vegetarian life after this night, because they will smell the aroma of meat again will be irrepressible nausea, directly vomit.

The land that was used as a battlefield became the most fertile land in the vicinity, but no one wanted to cultivate it, no matter how fat the crops were, they would be thought to be grown by absorbing flesh and blood, and more than a hundred years later, it became a famous attraction because every autumn, countless wildflowers bloom here.

The people who were there at night were afraid that the slaves would go and return, and they all looked nervously at the mountain pass, but this worry was obviously unnecessary, and the slaves seemed to have completely disappeared from the road and never appeared again.

It was only a few days later that the plight of the slaves reached the ears of these people, and in the following days, there were only less than 100 reinforcements from Zhenhe Manor, and it was impossible for the others to know the news of the victory, and they should still be on their way. Many people can't help but be afraid, if they don't take the initiative, if the slaves besiege the manor and slowly show their confidence, what will become of it.

Because even if they held on, there were no reinforcements coming, and the rebel slaves who fled back to the north were constantly trampled to death and starved to death on the road, and at this time Park Bingxian had died quietly in the rebel army, not to mention anyone who took the lead.

On the third day, the slaves came into contact with the 3,000 troops heading south, and when the small cannons were erected to bombard, the slaves were already kneeling all over the hills, and had no desire to resist, and in fact these men did not even have the strength to escape, and let the first round of shells whistle into the crowd......