80,000 officers and soldiers armed to the teeth faced a rebel with only half their number of people, and they didn't hold out as long as 20,000 peasants held out in front of an army of 200,000? Yu Wenshu couldn't believe this answer anyway. He glanced at his right flank again, and saw that the soldiers and horses on the right flank were still crumbling like the ice was melting. Almost all of them were on the run, shamelessly fleeing in the face of rebels who were less than half their number and inferior in their weapons. No excuses, no excuses. If these cowardly cowards were willing to look back, they would find that very few of them had been killed and very few had been taken prisoner. The rebels did not inflict much damage on their own people, and they did not want to entangle with the scattered people, but just clinged to the officers and soldiers, like shadows, and kept chasing the officers and soldiers who had lost their courage to approach the Chinese army.

"Scrap!" Yu Wenshu scolded in a low voice, and looked back at the front. He saw another group of rebels being "stripped down" by the officers and soldiers, and most of them were killed on the spot. But a few of them slowly got up in a pool of blood, supported their stumps with broken sticks, and stood like mountains in front of their companions.

The blood had completely stained the cloth armor of those people red, but they did not know the pain, and they would not kneel and beg for forgiveness. He just shouted loudly, fearlessly blocking the sword and spear that stabbed him again.

"I'd rather die in Henan than go to Liaodong!"

"I'd rather die in Henan than go to Liaodong!"

The shouts became more desperate and more intense.

"They're begging for death!" Yu Wenshu saw the intentions of those people from the actions of the rebels in front. Li Zixiong set aside 20,000 people to be bait, just to delay time! Taking advantage of the time gained by 20,000 lives, he disrupted the right flank of the official army as the general of the Right Wuhou, and then attacked the Right Wuhou with lightning speed. Then, he used the rebels of the right Wuhou to attack the right guard, and then used the rebels of the right guard to attack the Chinese army of the officers and soldiers. This trick is tactically called the inverted bead curtain, created by the general Wang Yang Shuang, the key is to find the opponent's weak link, and expand the chaos to the opponent's entire army with a little breakthrough. During the Western Expedition that year, Yang Shuang used this trick to break the Turkic 100,000 wolf cavalry with 20,000 Sui troops, and fought the Turks for more than ten years and did not dare to knock on the pass. But back then, the general Wang Yang Shuang led the strongest border army of the Great Sui, but at this time, Li Zixiong used tens of thousands of rebels who were poorly trained and lacked armor!

Yu Wenshu felt that his throat and eyes were sweet, and the sunlight in front of him was getting darker and darker. He couldn't forgive himself for his negligence, he thought about everything, and even considered not giving that country boy a chance to make meritorious service again, but what he ignored was Li Zixiong's original identity and his prestige in Youwuhou. Now, the key to victory is speed, if the officers and men can eat the rebels directly in front of the line before the rout of the right flank threatens the center. Then the large array can still be closed, and the rebels will still be unable to escape the fate of being surrounded. If the rebels are allowed to take the lead, the outcome of this battle may be unpredictable!

He quickly judged the situation and considered whether to put the defender on the right flank. Doing so is tantamount to giving that vertical son a chance to show his face again, and it will be more and more difficult for the Yuwen family to subdue him in the future. Moreover, the soldiers of the Xiongwu battalion were mostly newly surrendered, and once they were also crushed by the chaotic army, they would have no more chess pieces in their hands.

Just when Yuwenshu hesitated, a Great Sui soldier and horse rushed to the center of the battlefield. The general at the head was nine feet tall (Note 1) and had large shoulders and a round waist. A horse lance in his hand made a dragon out of the water, and a few stabs tore a bloody wound open to the rebels who were huddled together.

"It's the old man's son!" A smile of relief appeared on Yuwen Shu's blue-black left face, and the right side of his face was still hanging like a slate, unable to express any feelings. He put away his expectation that the eldest son Yu Wenhua and the elite soldiers he brought could make miraculous achievements, so that he would not have to fill in the last chess piece in his hand if he sacrificed more soldiers on the right flank and took more risks.

Several rebels raised their spears, trying to fight with Yu Wenhua. They have no training, but they can't hurt Yu Wenhua and Fenhao. Gently flicked away the two wooden spears that were too strong, and Yu Wenhua stabbed obliquely. The thick mouth of the horse lance brought a gust of wind in the air, tearing through the armor, ribs, heart, and back, and leaking out from behind the opponent. Then, with a hard push of his arm upward, the horse's lance flicked up, throwing the already exhausted corpse into the faces of the other two enemies.

"Ahh The two enemies fell screaming at the same time, and Yu Wenhua took his horses and trampled them into meatloaf with his hooves. The next moment, the Great Sui warriors beside him followed, raising their swords and spears together, widening the gap by a few feet.

"Brothers, give it to me!" Yu Wenhua and shouted, shouting full of pride. Recently, the third brother has been too strong-eyed, so that his position as the heir of the family is in jeopardy. This does not bode well, Yu Wenhua desperately needs a battle to firmly fix his position.

The rebels' formation quickly collapsed inward, and Yu Wenhua and his own soldiers entered, as happy as a tiger entering the flock. However, the flock also has the wisdom of the flock, and soon, he found that his speed slowed down. The horse was tripped by the rope and could not take a step further. He drew his horizontal knife to slash through the horse, only to find that countless spears were stabbing at him at the same time.

Yu Wenhua knew that he had rushed too fast, so that he was deeply trapped in the enemy formation. Not far away, he heard the sound of drums thundering, as if tens of thousands of brothers were trying to break through the gap he had created. The surrounding enemy troops sacrificed their lives to block it, filling the gap at the cost of their lives.

A spear stabbed against the ground penetrated deep into the lower abdomen of the war horse, and the war horse purchased from the Western Regions let out a mournful roar and fell heavily to the ground, crushing the sneak attacker to pieces. Yu Wenhua threw the stirrup off the saddle the moment the horse fell to the ground, and used the lance to block the three wooden spears, but the fourth found a flaw and pierced his shoulder armor fiercely.

"Bell!" The iron armor absorbed most of the force condensed on the tip of the wooden spear, and recessed inward by half an inch. The tip of the spear and the broken armor pierced into the flesh together, hurting Yu Wenhua and breaking out in a cold sweat. He stabbed the two rebels with a swing of his lance with one hand, then kicked the attacker in the ribs. The huge lethality caused the surrounding enemies to stumble for a moment, but soon, more wooden sticks and bamboo sticks stabbed over, and kitchen knives flew down in mid-air.

Several pro-soldiers desperately guarded around the main general, trying to protect Yu Wenhua and kill back from a long distance. The surrounding rebels refused to get out of the way, and would rather all die in battle than leave Yu Wenhua and his back. Since going to Liaodong is also dying, it is better to die at your own doorstep. If you can drag one before temporarily, everyone won't make a reversal in vain. The rebels rushed up with a smile and fell one by one under the lance of Yu Wenhua. Yu Wenhua and the soldiers around him were also getting fewer and fewer, and slowly there were only two or three people left, gasping, struggling with spears back to back.

More than a dozen rebels stepped forward in unison, forcing Yu Wenhua, who was holding a lance in one hand, to retreat. The soldiers gave up their opponents and sacrificed their lives to stand in front of him. Two of the rebels fell, and one of the pro-soldiers fell. The third and fourth rebels fell, Yu Wenhua and a spear in his leg, and the last personal soldier was left by his side.

A few wooden spears stabbed and sent the last of the Yuwen family's personal soldiers onto Huangquan Road. Yu Wenhua and Fury, waving a lance with one hand, rushed forward, and the rebels in front of him retreated one after another, avoiding his Feng Sakura. The thugs behind him pierced his back and thighs with stakes.

Hearing the sound of the wind coming from behind, Yu Wenhua turned around suddenly, swept like a whip with a long lance, and swept away several wooden stakes. He gasped for breath and felt like a bellows on fire. His legs also began to tremble disobediently, and at any moment he could go limp, knocking him down. Unable to bear such a defeat, he shouted and demanded a duel with the rebels on the other side. But the rebels did not know what fairness was, so they picked up sticks, bamboo sticks, stones, and helmets from pools of blood, and threw them at them one after another.

"Bell!" A helmet hit Yu Wenhua's helmet, and the huge metal hit Yu Wenhua's ears with a loud bang, and Venus danced wildly in front of him. He snarled and turned, trying to see who was sneaking up on him from behind. But more "hidden weapons" flew in, hitting the armor all over his body "bang" and "bang". Welcome

"Ahh Knowing that he was going to die, the wild dogs generally died under the farmer's stones and blocks. He raised his horse's mallet and roared to the sky, and his desolate cry soared into the sky. Then, with his horse flat, he hurried towards the nearest grove of spears. "Thorn in the thorn, come! You killed General Yuwen! He cried out like the pus-filled egg he usually looked down upon. The expected death was long overdue, and the rebels in front of him fell one after another, and then, as if there were several needles in his back, pierced into the flesh at the same time.

"Someone shoots an arrow, damn it!" Yu Wenhua stopped his steps and turned around angrily. He couldn't thank the other party for saving his life, and this kind of indiscriminate shooting without distinguishing between friend and foe clearly intended to shoot him and the traitors together.

"You have an iron armor on you, you will only be shot and wounded, you will not be shot to death!" A dark-skinned man in the general's armor explained to him with a smile. Then, he waved the horizontal knife in his hand and commanded the foot soldiers around him to shoot a new wave of arrows.

Feathered arrows kill enemies much faster than infantry engagements. Only the rebels with cloth armor and a few shields fell hundreds of people in an instant. At the same time, the soldiers of the Great Sui Prefecture, who were too close to the rebels and did not have time to withdraw, were also shot seventy or eighty. The blood of both sides pooled together and flowed like a stream through the parched land. I don't know if it's the soul of a person or the breath of the earth, where the blood flows, there are actually several light smokes, lingering, drifting out of the battlefield.

"Come to Hu'er! You, you beast! Yu Wenhua scolded loudly, eager to break the other party's neck. What iron armor, what life-saving, the other party didn't intend to save himself at all. The last wave of feathered arrows is the same as this one, and it is a diffuse shot that does not distinguish between the enemy and me! If it weren't for the strong armor of the Yuwen family, his fate today would be the same as those robes who were shot to death.

"Hurry up with the power, so that the Venerable Council understands what I do!" Governor Lai Hu'er stretched out his hand and pointed at the Chinese army, and then continued his massacre. Waves of feathered arrows flew out from behind him, shooting the rebels in all directions. A moment later, the two generals, Chen Ling and Zhou Fashang, also adopted the same tactic, withdrawing most of the officers and soldiers who had come into contact with the rebels, sacrificing a small number of robes who had not had time to withdraw, and taking advantage of the enemy's lack of sufficient shields and armor to carry out the massacre to the end.

"I'd rather die in Henan than go to Liaodong!" The rebels were still shouting loudly, constantly condensing their formation. They are a swarm of ants in the water, hugging together at a critical moment. Guarding the robe with his body, he is also guarded by his own robe. A torrent of feathered arrows fell from the sky, and in the face of death, they did not surrender or flee, but leaned on each other to buy the last trace of time for their distant companions.

Yu Wenhua couldn't stand it anymore, he used his horse lance to support his body with multiple injuries, and looked up at the Chinese army. He saw several corner flags raised next to his father's handsome flag, according to the order of the Great Sui Army. These flags express a command to destroy the rebels at all costs and to move quickly to the right.

"Does it really include sacrificing me?!" Yu Wenhuaji's body shook and squatted on the ground softly. He didn't know if his father had witnessed him go deep into enemy lines. If the answer is yes, why did the father order to do whatever it takes, didn't he know that by doing so, he was sending his son to Huangquan Road with his own hands?

Why? Why? He heard his soul crying. A voice sounded clearly from the depths of his soul, answering all the confusion in his heart.

"For the Yuwen family!" It's a calm answer. Not from my father, not from my grandfather, but from the souls of the ancestors of the Yuwen family. For as long as he can remember, as the eldest son, Yu Wenhua has been instilled that the head of the family can sacrifice everything in order to protect the interests of the family.

And today, the interests of the Yuwen family are to win this battle. In the war of 300,000 soldiers against 60,000 farmers, the head of the Yuwen family, the head of the army, Yuwen Shu could not afford to lose.

"What's wrong with the right wing, you still need to let Shi Ji and General Li go up?" After a while, Yu Wenhua, who had figured out everything, raised his head and interpreted the Chinese army's order flag again. He saw that his father had given the order for the Xiongwu battalion to fill the right flank, and he also heard the shouts of killing from the battlefield on the right flank, which was even noisier than what was in front of him. But he couldn't believe that Li Zixiong's rebels were able to break the right flank defense of the army.

"Is the third brother going to make meritorious service again?" Yu Wenhua and silently thought. Dropping the lance, he reached for his back and pulled out the feathered arrows from the gaps in his armor one by one.

Note 1: Han ruler, one ruler is about 23.1 centimeters today.

Alcoholic's note: The story of the surrender of the children of the family to the rebels is found in the official history. Among them, the information governance is the most introduced. However, there is no record of any involvement of these people's families. If a similar crime had been committed in the Tang Dynasty, the result would have been much more serious. Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty seems to be very tolerant of the real rebels, but he is very cruel to those who are not rebelled but are framed. So it's no wonder that everyone rebelled later.

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