Many years later, after the tribes of the steppe learned the wheel and learned the word chariot, there would always be some old people who had experienced the battle of Yangguan suddenly woke up from their dreams and dreamed of the fear they had experienced. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Xia Cheng called it the Battle of Yangguan, and they called it the Battle of the Golden Skull, the names were different, but the memories left were the same.

"Chariots! Chariot! Their chariots are rushing over! ”

This is an indelible fear in their hearts, and the words after waking up from a dream are always hysterical.

It was the first time they had seen a chariot, several horses pulling, rushing swiftly into the weak line, and those who tried to get in the way were knocked down by the horses, or had their throats cut by the halberders.

No one could stop the storming horses without training, and even though the steppe tribesmen kept their horses company all day, they had never seen a real shock cavalry.

They do not use stirrups, do not have a saddled high bridge, do not use the technique of throwing spears with a backhand, and their horses are only used as maneuvers and pursuers of the router.

The defense line of 200 people is not small, and there are less than 200 people on Chen Jian's side, but the 200 people who defend are only lined up into a pitiful two weak defense lines, which cannot block the impact of the chariot at all.

Once the gap was opened, the infantry behind rushed into the gap to split the line in two, and charged Dawu with all their might, and the missing soldiers in command were just scattered sand.

The speed was too fast, and it was almost enough to reach the army formation where Wu had just let a group of people charge the wolfskin, and his own line had collapsed, and several javelins pierced his side, and the bows and arrows continued to shoot the most loyal people around him to death, and the soldiers who lined up attacked like a tide...... All this caught him off guard.

It was impossible for the chariots to charge in a straight line all the time, and when they were close to the crowds, the three chariots turned to the right at the same time, attacking the loose formation of the right flank of the steppe from the flank, preventing them from ralliing.

There were only three chariots and nine men, but the right flank of more than 100 people was completely scattered and began to flee in panic, completely unable to organize effective resistance.

The fifty riders in the back also grasped the reality and chased the rout on the battlefield, which was not a battle, just a massacre.

The infantry of the new army was only thirty paces away from Dawu, and the soldiers who had fought with the wolf skin could not turn back, but they heard the voices behind them, and their hearts were flustered and their spirit was completely lost.

"Dawu Chief, I can't beat it! Let's go! If you don't leave, you'll all have to die here! ”

Luoxing shouted loudly, he had experienced the horror of these battle formations, which were more ferocious than the time he fought with himself, and he would not forget the instant collapse of the left wing of his military formation, knowing that it was too late to run at this time.

Da Wu slapped his thigh fiercely, looking up to the sky and howling, full of unwillingness and loneliness.

When he was born, he did not have the fragrance of flowers, and he did not have a reishi mushroom, but his mother told him that he had a crescent-like birthmark on his buttocks, and when he was very young, his mother told Dawu: "My Dawu is different from others." ”

Da Wu has always felt that he is different, because this innate and destined idea, so that he has the ambition to dominate the grassland tribes, whenever he encounters a setback, he will turn his head in the river to look at his unique birthmark, telling himself that all this is just a test, the result is destined from the time he was born, wherever the moon shines will be his own pasture, otherwise why do other people in the tribe have no birthmarks, but they have it?

Sometimes, people need to feel that they are different in order to let their hearts go on a broader stage.

When Dawu received the love of the tribe day by day, and the tribe expanded day by day, he knew that he was really different, and no one in the whole world could compete with him.

Brother, father, those are all very powerful people on the grassland, but he thinks that he is stronger than them, so he is the strongest person in the whole world.

Only at this point, when the soldiers on the opposite side shouted to storm his last line of defense, when his right flank had collapsed, when the falling star shouted for him to escape, he knew that everything was over.

This battle was commanded by him, and he was defeated, defeated even more completely than his father, and he slapped himself in the mouth, hoping that it was a dream, but it was not.

The sound of fighting in his ears was blurred, the blood in his heart rushed to the top of his head, his eyes were a little dark, and the sound in his ears seemed to be in the distant sky, until the falling star hit him hard, he didn't wake up, and the leaders of several tribes around him had begun to flee.

One last glance at the battlefield that was still fighting and was about to collapse, the chariots on the right flank were rampant, and the loose clansmen were even more scattered, and no one dared to resist, and fifty horsemen swept past these routs and charged towards the valley from the right; The big d'old near the old leader was already crooked, and it was obvious that they could no longer hold on......

He knew that if he left at this time, the entire battlefield would completely lose command and turn into a hunt and slaughter, but he also knew that if he didn't leave, he might be too late.

So he called out to his people, and rushed out to the left with him, and the leaders of the tribes followed him and ran out together.

The moment he began to flee, the already panicked and crumbling left flank collapsed instantly, and the commander's escape made the people lose the courage to fight.

When Dawu ran to the woods, there were more than thirty clansmen and six small clan leaders around him, and he suddenly stopped, felt the iron knife that Luoxing had given him, approached one of the leaders, and stabbed the leader in the throat.

Once, he hoped to rely on the respect of his clan and the support of the leader to become the leader of the grassland tribes, but now, all this has been trampled on the opposite side of Yangguan, and the leaders of those small tribes will no longer trust him after this defeat.

The leader fell from his horse, and Dawu shouted, "Kill them, people! Leave the corpse to the person opposite, and leave the hatred to their people! ”

The clansmen around him obeyed Dawu's order, drew out iron swords and short spears, stabbed the leaders to death, glanced at the clansmen on the battlefield, and screamed.

"Dawu, our people are still in the north! Hammer is also to the north, and the witch priest is still in the camp! ”

"Don't worry so much, if you go to the north, you'll be surrounded, and you see that their riders are already heading for the valley, and the spirit of war will protect them! Let's go! ”

Da Wu shouted, and the people around him glanced at the collapsed battlefield, and without looking back, they fled with Da Wu into the pine forest.

On the other side of the battlefield, the old leader saw the collapse of Dawu, and he knew that the general situation was gone, and the riders on the opposite side had already run towards the valley, and it would be too late for him to run.

Under the Great Command, he issued the last order of the battle of Yangguan: let the guards who followed him hack to death the clansmen of the rest of the tribes who stood in front of him, cut a gap in the chaotic army, and fled towards the valley first.

The wolf's tail has no one to support, it is about to be crooked, but no one has paid attention to this, the army's spirit has been dispersed, although they have consumed the sharp energy of more than 300 people carried by the wolf's skin, but the other side has also consumed their own, when the chariot tore their hope of victory, when the old leader hacked the clansmen, collapse was inevitable.

Hammer saw all of this and knew that his people had lost, but he didn't run.

He was stabbed in the arm by Ishiyama, and he also left a scar on Ishiyama's leg, at which point Hammer ran in front of Daxu and firmly held the wooden pole with his uninjured right arm, like a sea buckthorn standing in the wind in the desert.

A few days ago, he was afraid that Thor had fled, and in this battle he vowed to wash away his shame and regain his courage.

The war is a failure, but courage cannot be defeated and annihilated, Daxu is the heart of the grasslands, he wants to guard this heart, let these people know that he has only run once, not afraid of death, but afraid of the spirit of thunder and lightning.

In the face of mortals like him, he will not run, nor will he be afraid!

Besides, Da Wu was still on the other side, and he thought that as long as Da Wu did not fall, there would always be people who had the same courage as him to hold out to the end, so that these people could not chase and kill Da Wu.

However, even though the Great Tree was still standing, no one noticed that the clansmen had exposed their backs to the enemy.

Hammer scolded this group of timid people, but there was still a trace of expectation in his heart, hoping that he would be able to see Dawu before he died, or at least hear the sound of Dawu calling him to go together.

He thought that he would not run away, that he would stay here for the queen of the Davul. Since he had already decided in his heart, he still hoped that he could hear Da Wu shouting for himself before he died, but no, only the shouts of the rout soldiers on the battlefield.

Ten paces away in front of him was the stone mountain that had stabbed him in the arm, the shield was broken, his body was covered in blood, and the wound on his leg made it difficult for him to walk, but he took the surviving companions around him and launched a charge towards Daxu.

That's the heart of the grassland, that's the leader of the grassland, Shi Shan thought, this wolf tail may be the Wufeng in Ji Xia's hand, and he wants to take it over and use this wolf tail as a sacrifice to give it to those dead partners on the grassland.

The wound on his leg was deep, the blood flowed into the straw sandals, it was sticky and uncomfortable, Shishan gritted his teeth and let his partner hold him, the closest to Daxu was their team, and he was going to snatch those wolf tails with his own hands.

Before the Great Sum, Shi Shan recognized Hammer, and recognized this person as the grassland expert who shot his three companions when guarding the city that day, and also recognized that he stabbed himself in the leg, but he didn't know that Hamer's name in the language of the grassland, which also means stone peak.

Hammer also recognized Shi Shan, he held the wooden pole of Da Xuan in one hand, and pointed at Shi Shan with his injured arm and shouted, "Warrior, you can't beat me!" ”

Ishiyama couldn't understand what Hammer was saying, looking at Da Xu, who was close at hand, he didn't want to think about the nonsense of warriors and the like, but clenched his short sword, took a few breaths, and reformed the squad with his companions, raised the short sword, and shouted, "Squad!" Charge! ”

The leg was very painful, but the last ten steps could still run, Shi Shan roared, took his partners around him, lined up, and launched the last charge of the battle of Yangguan, and there was only one opponent.

Hammer didn't resist, he knew he was going to die, so before he died, he forgot about the battlefield and wanted to find the war horse that Dawu was riding. At least...... At least let him see it, let him know that Dawu thought about himself before he fled.

The spear pierced into his body, and Hammer twitched, and suddenly he was very sad and happy, and before he died, he kept telling himself, "Dawu is dead in battle, so he didn't come here to call himself." It must be so, look, isn't that horse over there very much like Dawu riding? ”

Before the blood drained, he didn't look at the wounds on his body, but stared at a war horse in the distance that was obviously not Dawu and muttered to himself.

Ishiyama drew his dagger back, knocked down Hammer, knocked down the wooden pole, grabbed a few wolf tails in his hands, leaned on his partner's body, and shook towards the battlefield......

The chariots to the south were still galloping, and the riders on their side had already rushed past the routs to the rear, and the archers threw down their bows and pursued the rout with their short swords, and more of the enemy fell to their knees and lost the courage to flee...... (To be continued.) )