In this chapter, I would like to thank the book friends for becoming the second leader of this book under the sycamore! cough, I'm tired enough to choke now, so I'll do this today, and I'll add more to it during the holidays

Qi Ren's counterattack happened suddenly, but fortunately, Zhao Wuxian's horse combat experience was extremely rich. In the face of the dense enemy on the opposite side, Wuxian slowed down his horse slightly, clamped the belly of the horse with his legs, grasped the bridle with one hand, and swung his spear condescendingly, picking away the first one that was cut at the mount.

He didn't even have time to see what the Qi man who died in his hands looked like, so he suddenly pulled out his spear and threw it to nail the other Qi State official who wanted to come over and cut down Xing Ao with the flag to the ground, blood was red.

At this point, he also gradually fell from the first echelon to the rear, and the riders bypassed from the side one after another, protecting the main general in the middle. Without mercy or politeness, he directly abandoned his spear and opened his bow, mounted on his horse and shot, and with each arrow, he galloped past the fallen corpse and traveled some distance.

Soon, the second wave of Qi soldiers who surrounded them were killed, and the cavalry broke through seven Qi camps in a row, sweeping nearly half, and it was closer to the heavy grain and grass of the Qi army.

However, there were many soldiers, a full 3,000 people, who scattered one wave, and then another, rushing through three waves of encirclement one after another, and Wuxian felt the pressure doubled.

The drumming stopped for a moment, and the enemy rested for a while, turning his head and looking around with his bow drawn. This was the end of the speed advantage of the cavalry, and many of the horsemen who were rushing with the unshirted had switched from riding to walking, and only about half of them remained on their horses.

However, although two hundred men abandoned their horses, the light knights were all dressed in leather armor. After rigorous training, the casualties were only a few dozen. Most of them were covered in blood, but their spirits were still good. They may be armed with short swords. Or a horned bow, surrounded by a shirtless for protection, but there is no spare strength to charge again.

As if the rising sun couldn't bear to look at the tragic scene of corpses strewn across the field, it disappeared into the clouds, and the sky had become cloudy at some point.

Inspired by the commander and the sound of the drums, although the Qi people in front of them were only baggage troops, they were not comparable to the guards who could not help but fight with one blow. They were the proud men who once dominated the princes, although the king was harsh and spared no people. But until hundreds of years later, there are still countless military masters in this country, which makes the princes tremble, and it must not be underestimated.

……

Although the group of Qi soldiers who had just been defeated fled in all directions, the leaders of them were beheaded one after another, which caused more Qi soldiers to rush to the area, and some archers began to shoot arrows in the distance.

A scattered rain of arrows flew towards the knight, while Wuxian led people to shoot at him, and an arrow shot at Zhao Wuxian's horse from the left. But it was inserted into the wooden shield with a "bang", which was Musha's shield.

"The Qi people still have more than a thousand people who can fight, and if they are encircled, we will not be able to please them. Why can't Yu Xi come over!? Mucha held a sword and shield, the last line of defense in front of Wuxian, and at this time he couldn't help but think of his companion.

"Ahh......h

He didn't finish speaking. Through the chaotic and noisy battlefield, a long horn sounded from the east and west ends of the Qi camp. It's deep and deep. Filled with mournful voices, join this chorus of dawn. The trumpeter was full of strength, and the whining sound was incessant, which made people think that there were thousands of soldiers.

Qi people were suddenly shocked, and when they looked back, they saw that in the east, there were three hundred light horsemen with bright armor who had crossed the stream, struggling to cover from the Qi people's gradually forming Chen Hou, and a tall and thin black-armored horseman was in front of him, waving his spear and fighting.

To the west, a brawny man with no armor in his eyes cracked, and let out a roar of rage after throwing away his horn. He struggled to throw the halberd in his hand, like a meteor catching the moon, and the head of the halberd pierced through the chest of Qi pawn on the shore and pierced out of his body. Nearly a hundred soldiers behind him also stepped across the stream and rushed into the Qi camp, and everywhere they went, it was like a withering and decaying.

It was Yu Xi's partial division and Tian Ben's nearly 100 soldiers, who were responsible for pretending to be ambushes before the battle, and when the cavalry finished charging the battle, they were responsible for going down the mountain to complete the fatal blow!

After the reinforcements arrived, the morale of Wuxian's side also soared, and the horsemen who were still on the horse retreated slightly, and launched an attack again, with Zhao Wuxian's heroic killing inspire, they were invincible. Under the leadership of Mu Xia, the warrior shield swordsman also followed, slashing left and killing right, brave and invincible, while Xing Ao did his best to hold high the banner of Xuanniao and fluttered......

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Just now, Zhao Wuxian penetrated seven or eight camps of the Qi people from the front, and wherever he passed, the Qi people were all defeated. At this time, after being attacked from behind by Yu Xi and Tian Ben, it was even worse.

Wuxian led the remaining 400 or so men under his command from south to north and continued to break through the camp and rush towards the enemy. He galloped past on his horse, surrounded by hundreds of cavalry, the cold light and crimson shining on the tip of the spear, and the Zhao clan's scorching bird soaring overhead. The remnants of the Qi people were attacked from three sides, and completely collapsed under the impact, like a porcelain bottle beaten by a hammer, shattered.

The battle was no longer suspenseful, and the Qi people once planned to flee after successive defeats, but because the camp was surrounded by streams on three sides, the icy winter stream made people dare not put their feet. What's more, there were still some crossbow-wielding soldiers on the opposite side waiting to be sent to death, so most of them still chose to surrender, and only more than 100 people escaped.

But the war was not easy, and some Qi people resisted stubbornly, after the war, Zhao soldiers lost a total of nearly 200 people, many of whom were found in the pile of dead people, Qi soldiers and Zhao soldiers mixed together, and fell in a pool of blood that quickly became cold and solidified - the clouds were dark, and the surroundings were getting colder and colder, and it seemed that the sky was about to change.

When Wuxian saw Yu Xi again, he was no longer riding the original gray horse, but a zebra. Mucha's shield was also replaced by three in a row, the first two were shattered by the rain of arrows and the spear, and the skin of the wooden shield on his hand still had deep sword marks.

Thankfully, both the right-hand man and the shirtless himself were unharmed, but his fine leather armor with a black background and red was almost stained with blood, although most of the blood belonged to someone else. The only wound he suffered was the jaw of his right hand that burst from the violent collision of the spear with the human body, and at this time the mink gloves were slippery and painful.

But he didn't have time to care, there were still many things to do next, he asked the living to take care of the dead, and counted the casualties of his own men and horses, so as to decide whether he could maneuver quickly next. Yu Xi took dozens of horsemen to the south to monitor Tu Dao, beware of Qi reinforcements. He also asked his subordinates to tie up the two thousand men who had been captive, and then count the grain and baggage that had been captured, and even the chariots and horses, so that they could be sent later.

Finally, Shirtless also examined the mount "Black Hoof" and found no serious injuries, only a few abrasions. He breathed a sigh of relief, handed his horse over to his horseman, and sat down feebly in a safe tent.

With Xing Ao's help, he took off his gloves and even his hard leather armor and threw it on the ground, moving his sore and swollen elbows and fingers.

"A few people from the ancient conquest are still ......" For some reason, he suddenly said this to Xing Ao, and the young man also suffered an arrow, but fortunately it was only a transdermal abrasion.

War, whether it is during or after victory, is not as beautiful and majestic as in the poet Biansai's poems, only before the war will you think about those mighty and majestic, and when you fight, you will only think about how to make yourself immortal and make your subordinates immortal. After the war, he just wanted to pour himself a few buckets of rice wine to forget about the terrible fight, and then drag his tired body to find a soft fur bed to sleep on, and it would be better if there was a favorite woman by his side.

The Qi people's baggage army was carrying at least more than 100,000 stone grains, and now it fell into his hands at one time, but Wuxian could not take these away for the time being. Qi Hou was afraid that he would be furious when he learned that the grain had been robbed, and then sent thousands of people back to rescue, they only had a few hours at most to deal with the aftermath, and burning these grains was probably the best way, although he was a little reluctant to do so.

As for the more than 2,000 Qi prisoners, how to deal with them is also a big problem. Don't say that his head in later generations can't accept this kind of thing, if he really does this, I'm afraid he will be attacked by the whole world, after all, this era is still Spring and Autumn, not the Warring States.

While Zhao Wuxian was thinking, Mu Xia's scolding came from outside the tent......

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After the scolding, there was a request for instructions, and it was Tian Ben's voice, which seemed to have something.

"Come in!"

In front of his subordinates, Wuxian had to maintain his prestige, and after he tidied up his appearance, he saw Mucha first lift the curtain of the tent and get in. Although this honest big man was tired, he put on a new sword and shield and kept guarding his side.

A group of people followed, some sturdy soldiers, most of whom were light men under Tian Ben. They beat so hard and so hard that almost everyone was wounded, their leather armor was dented, and they were dirty. These people were laughing and laughing outside, but when they saw Wuxi, they suddenly quieted down like a mouse and a cat, and obediently bowed to the chief.

Tian Ben has always controlled his subordinates with absolute loyalty to Zhao Wuxian, and Zhao Xiaosikou's bravery also made them admire, so they all obeyed from the heart.

Then there was Tian Ben, who was dragging a young man in a white coat with deep clothes and wide sleeves.

The young man's eyebrows and eyes are delicate and arrogant, and the white fur is made of the skin of dozens of white foxes, and it is difficult to find one in the world. The clothes inside are also extremely bright, ink and vermilion, which is the favorite color of Zhuxia Gongqing, but the high crown inlaid with jade and tortoiseshell is crooked, which looks a little embarrassed.

And his saber was also thrown to the ground by Tian Ben, which was the most valuable sandalwood scabbard, inlaid with gold and jade, gorgeous and graceful.

This person is not simple, and he looked at Tian Ben with questioning eyes.

"Yu Sikou, I caught it outside the big tent of the Chinese army."

Outside the big tent? Probably a certain dignitary of the Qi State who accompanied the army, not an ordinary doctor, maybe the Qi clan? Or the owner of a certain big city?

"Who are you?" Zhao Wuxian leaned forward and asked the aristocratic young man.

"Yu Yu Yangsheng." The young man who spoke the standard Yayin was a little flustered at first, but now he tried to calm himself, and he could see that he had a good aristocratic education, and even this situation was not decorative.

"Yangsheng?" Zhao Wuxian frowned, recalling this familiar name. If he heard correctly, this young man was the one who shouted to revive the Qi people's morale, the commander of the Qi State's baggage troops.

The aristocratic young man of the Naqi people held his head high, like a rooster who still pretended to be unyielding after a defeat, but his trembling body betrayed his fear.

Seemingly annoyed that Wuxian didn't know his name, he emphasized again: "Yu is the son of the Marquis of Qi, Gongzi Yangsheng!" (To be continued......)