Volume 7 Getaway Chapter 7 The Prosperous Age (6b)

The Boling soldiers, who suddenly counterattacked, made the wolf rider suddenly confused. Among the samurai, there were many experienced warriors, but they had never seen an opponent like the Boling Army who changed their formations and changed the direction of their march at will during the battle.

Seeing dozens of spears stabbing at him, even the bravest samurai felt weak. The weapons in their hands were varied, and they couldn't make such a neat cooperation as the Boling army. A few low-ranking generals boldly organized their men to defend together, and their eight-foot-long lances stabbed alternately, stabbing the recalcitrant ones all over the body in a matter of moments. Some of the outlaws squeezed desperately into the gaps of the lance, trying to engage the Guardians of the Great Wall in close combat, but before they could get close to their targets, the spears in the back row quickly stepped forward, stabbing the bodies of these outlaws into countless bloody holes, and then cleanly threw the bloody corpses out of the formation.

"Nidosheh is dead!" "Legend Burke Battle!" "The beggar was blinded by an arrow!" As the number of bloodied corpses in the valley increased, bad news spread. Some of the clever wolf riders and servant warriors saw that the situation was not good, and heard their companions shouting that the generals under the command of Gu Toru had been beheaded, and secretly turned their bodies, and their steps moved out of the valley little by little.

The long and narrow valley can be moved out for a while. Outside the valley, wolves continued to squeeze in, trying to rely on their own side to win. The soldiers with two different minds squeezed together, and the already chaotic formation became more and more chaotic. Those who want to attack can't attack, those who want to escape can't escape, and they are squeezed into a pot of porridge in a mess, and countless wounded people have been created just by trampling on each other.

The unwilling Ashina Gu Tuolu knew that the Boling army was strong, but he didn't expect the opponent to be so strong. In the distance, his eyes were on fire, and he waved the order flag angrily, urging the soldiers in the back row to turn around and fight with Li Xu. He couldn't believe that what he saw was real, and the wolf rode outside the city for many years, and had encountered this situation several times. The number of people on his side is obviously dozens of times that of the enemy, and there are only a few thousand people around him surnamed Li, and he can't even arrange a dense array.

If Gu Toru could calm down and think about it without considering the number of people on both sides, he would probably find the answer. The wolf riders around are indeed numerous, fighting on the ground, and it is said that Li Xu only brought a mere two thousand Boling soldiers, even if there are several times more brothers around Li Xu, it is impossible to escape the fate of being embraced by the wolf riders and trampled into meat sauce. But this is not flat land, but a mountainous area, and the wolf riders do not ride on horses but engage in battle, and their skillful skill in controlling war horses is not useful at all, and they wield their invincible sabers when they encounter an eight-foot-long lance, and before they can reach their opponents, they need a few more transparent holes in their bodies. And the Boling soldiers usually train every day is the technique of combining the long lance and the Mo knife infantry formation, and when they encounter the Turks who don't know anything about the next formation, they just use their own strength to attack the enemy's shortcomings. In addition, the valley is long and narrow, and the contact between the offensive and defensive sides, regardless of the number of people, is very limited. If the Turks can break through the Boling army formation, it will be really strange!

If someone could stand in the clouds and look down at the moment, he would find a very strange scene. In the long and narrow valley, the Boling army, which was less than 2,000 people, actually pushed more than 10,000 wolf horsemen and tribal warriors to retreat. The Turkic Burke, who supervised the war, killed people again and again, but he couldn't stop the decline at all. A moment later, even the Overseer himself was enveloped in the rout, and staggered out of the valley with him. ”

The sudden reversal of the offensive and defensive momentum not only caught the wolf riders by surprise, but even Shi Derui, Liu Jizhen and others, who were rescued by the Boling Army, also looked straight in the eyes and their heads were wooden. Previously, Lei Yongji and the group of dead soldiers under his command had surpassed the definition of elite in the hearts of these people. And the Boling Army, which is attacking at this moment, cannot be described only by the word "elite".

As the so-called connoisseur looks at the doorway, the layman looks at the liveliness. Shi Derui and other heroes of the rivers and lakes are also known as those who know the soldiers, Mu Ran followed the military formation and walked dozens of steps, and found Guan Qiao among them. In terms of the size and height of the soldiers, Boling's elite was far inferior to the wolf cavalry who were defeated by them, and it could not be compared with the Hedong armor soldiers led by Lei Yongji before. But this gang is skillful in cooperating and killing is ruthless, which is not at all beyond the reach of ordinary people. On more than one occasion, Shi Derui saw the tribal warriors rushing into the formation, trying to choose a relatively short Boling soldier in the third row as the breakthrough point. But the pawn did not dodge or block, but only stepped on the drum and moved forward. The swords and lances on both sides of him beckoned over as if they had a heart, and slaughtered the warriors who did not know whether they were alive or dead one by one in the military formation.

More than 2,000 people slowly pushed forward according to the drum beat, the speed was very slow, but there was very little stagnation. The brethren had a lance about eight feet long and a blade of three feet, and the shaft was cut from hardwood. Where the lance and the lance meet, there is also an iron sheath more than two feet long. The length of the lance and sheath alone exceeded the limit of the weapons in the wolf riders. Encountering an enemy who dared to stand in the way, the first three rows of brothers stabbed forward one after another. Encountering two enemies who dared to stand in the way, the first three rows of brothers still came out one after another. When encountering three, four, or even dozens of enemies, the brothers in the first three rows used exactly the same tricks, and they still simply stabbed them directly. But this simple single move made the wolf riders and the tribal warriors unguardable. As long as you don't run for your life immediately after contact, you will become a ghost under the lance in the blink of an eye.

A weapon that is more ruthless than a lance is the Mo Knife. The blade-wielder is relatively strong, sandwiched between the lancers, and specializes in dealing with the fish that slip through the net as they rush into the formation. The heroes of the rivers and lakes who followed the team to help the battle roughly nodded, and found that the ratio of the long lance to the Mo knife was about four to one. Basically, near the four lancers, there must be a strange knife hand to accompany them. The length of the blade of the Mo knife is more than six feet, and the length of the blade is about the same as the blade. Mo Dao turned the knife with both arms, and a sharp lightning bolt immediately appeared in the military formation. The soldier is a slash, and the future will be a slash, the end is a person blocking and cutting people, and the ghost is blocking and slashing ghosts, even if the Buddha is reincarnated to fight, he will be cut and there is no return.

Where is there a second place in the world with such a neat military appearance? What are you doing when you fight with such an opponent instead of looking for death? Shi Derui didn't have the intention of taking refuge in Li Jiancheng, so apart from surprise and admiration, he didn't have any other ideas. Han Jianhong and a few horse thieves under Liu Jizhen's command felt as if they had opened a pot in their hearts. They had just had a drink with Li Jiancheng in the Hero Building last night, and deep down in their hearts, they had already decided that the Li family in Hedong would be the future of this world. It can be seen that Bo Lingjun's fierce killing method slowly began to waver again, and his eyes began to wander between Li Jiancheng and Li Xu again.

"Hiss———" Chen Yanshou, the elder of the Hedong Army, pressed his hand on the battlements and gasped incessantly. secretly said in his heart: Fortunately, Tang Gonghui saw the pearls and gave grace to the Li family early. Otherwise, if you really fight with the Boling Army, even if Hedong wins, it will definitely end up with great vitality. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but secretly envy Li Xu's good life. can have such a soldier and horse as a helping arm, where can the Li family go. Any prince who sees him will probably have to leave the highest position under his command to treat him.

It's no wonder that the old man is indignant. Looking at the world, in addition to the Tiger Ben Iron Cavalry in Youzhou, there is indeed no third team that can be compared with the Boling Army. The predecessor of this team was the Fenyang Border Army, although under the command of the old general Yun Dingxing, because the commander was the father-in-law of the hidden prince Yang Yong, Yang Guang and the ministers of the central government looked at it differently. What he could eat was only a loss in supplies and armor and equipment, and thus he avoided the three defeats of the Great Sui against Goguryeo. It can be said that the elite of the Great Sui Dynasty that swept the world back then were buried on both sides of the Maqi River by Yu Wenshu and others, but the Tiger Ben Iron Cavalry, which was too valued by Yang Guang, and the Fenyang Army, which was not treated well by Yang Guang, were well preserved. Such an army, which has a history of more than 30 years of army building, has a complete skeleton, and the low-level officers have received strict training, is of course far from being comparable to the ranks hastily pulled up by the reckless princes. Not to mention those bandits who are not even as good as the private soldiers of the princes.

For a while, everyone up and down the Great Wall forgot to cheer, forgot to shout and cheer, and watched as the elite of Boling rushed to pieces the Turkic wolf cavalry that was blocking in front of the military formation.

For the fleeing enemy soldiers, Li Xu, Zhou Daniu and others did not take the initiative to chase and kill. Maintain a fixed advance speed, and "melt" more wolf riders and samurai who stand in front of you like a soup pouring snow. No matter how brave the Turkic wolf riders and tribal warriors were, it was also the strength of one man, and he was as powerless as a leaf trying to block a stream in front of a thousand surging lances. In a few breaths, the large array of the Boling army advanced more than fifty steps, stabbed over more than two hundred recalcitrant ones, and drove more wolf horsemen into the fleeing team.

I can't fight, I can't stop resisting, I want to flee but I have my own people in front of me. The frightened warriors of the tribe dodged in confusion, crying and screaming, lest they would go too slow and become the unjust ghosts of the next gang. I don't know which one suddenly became ruthless, desperately pushing away the robe that was blocking his way. In an instant, everyone was reminded, shoulder-to-shoulder, pushing their hands, squeezing a gap among their companions, and speeding up to escape into the distance.

In the ranks of tens of thousands of people, deep cracks appeared. The cowardly escaper sped back along the rift. Their actions widened the rift and torn their own team apart. Several samurai who still had the courage to fight against the tide went upstream, and before they could fight the Boling army, they were first overthrown by their own people. Countless pairs of riding boots stepped over them, trampling them into a mass of meatloaf in an instant.

The speed at which the wolf rider dodged increased, and the speed at which the Boling army advanced also increased. Follow him like a shadow, pushing his opponent backwards. Unable to fight or defend, more and more tribal warriors reluctantly joined the fleeing team. In less than half a pillar of incense, most of the Turks in the valley and their servants chose to avoid it. Some people don't know why they want to run at all, and some people run very reluctantly, but they are pushed and hugged by their robes, and they stagger, unable to stop.

"Stop, stop, don't retreat. The glory of your ancestors has been lost to you! "There is nothing to be done about it, and it can only rely on killing to stabilize the position. In less than half a pillar of incense, he had already beheaded one of the unfavorable Burkes, and two tribal leaders who had come to beg for mercy, but he could not revive his morale in the slightest. The warriors of the tribe, who were so brave and brave, had become rabbits, and could not think of anything but to run for their lives. And the enemy behind them is the real wolf, a flying wolf with wings on his back, iron claws and steel teeth!

"Stop, stop! Look at it, it's all your own people nearby! Gutoru heard his own voice like the mournful cry of a horse on its deathbed. How so? He kept asking himself in his heart, and the more he asked, the more unwilling he became, and the more he asked, the more sad he became. He had 400,000 brothers and servants under his command, so no matter how great the losses in this battle were, it would not determine the final victory or defeat of the attackers and defenders. But more than 10,000 people were chased by 2,000 people, and the next time they fought against Li Xu, which of the Turks could still hold their heads up?

"Great Khan, Great Khan, quickly retreat to the rear. It's hard to hold here! Just as Gu Toru was grieving and angry, a tribal general wearing germanium red leather armor ran up to him and reminded him very blankly.

"Retreat, die!" Gutoru gritted his teeth and replied, raising his knife high. The general in germanium red armor did not dare to resist, and knelt down straight, kowtowing and begging for mercy while begging bitterly, "Great Khan, Great Khan, it's not that I'm cowardly." It's really unstoppable. Striding back still has a chance to stabilize the position, if you blindly fight hard, in case the defenders in the Great Wall take the opportunity to kill, no one can withdraw! ”

As if echoing his words, there was a sudden sound of dragon-like horns on the Great Wall. "Woo-woo-woo-woo!" Impassioned, swallowing thousands of miles. Gu Toru thought about it countless times in his dream, and the door was wide open, and tens of thousands of Hedong soldiers rushed to the battlefield with shouts.

You can only go back! Despite the humiliation in his heart, Gutoru decided to accept the advice of the Germanium Red Armor. He put away his saber, lifted the man from the ground with both hands, and whispered comforting as he walked briskly to his horse, "You're right. I owe you a reminder today. Su Si is attached, after this battle, the Ashina family will definitely help you regain everything you lost! ”

"Attachment does not seek to regain the throne." Su Sili, who escaped death, gritted his teeth and responded, "Attached to Li, I just want the Great Khan to capture Li Xu alive." Let me wipe his blood on my forehead! ”

Wiping one's forehead with the blood of the enemy is a very old tradition in the grasslands. Only by forming an enemy who does not share the hatred of the sky will make such a grand wish. Gu Tulu had heard from his wife about the grievances between Su Si and Li Xu back then, and although he felt that the guy in front of him was narrow, he still promised loudly: "Okay, Ashina Gu Turu promises you." As long as you can attack the Great Wall, you will definitely hand over Li Xu's corpse to you! ”

After that, he turned around and glanced hatefully at the Boling army that rushed up. Jumped on the warhorse.

"Bone Toru escaped, Bone Toru escaped!" Zhou Daniu, who rushed to the front row of the Boling Army, had good eyes, and when he saw the enemy army moving backwards, he immediately opened his throat and shouted.

"Bone Toru escaped, Bone Toru escaped!" A few horse thieves who were cheering behind the Boling army couldn't help anything else, and they still had the ability to create some chaos for the enemy army. Whether it's true or not, translate Zhou Daniu's dialect into Turkic and repeat it repeatedly. Repeated twice without effect, repeated three times with no effect, and when the clever Boling soldiers also learned to repeat this sentence in Turkic, the warriors of all tribes in the valley could no longer resist and fled into the distance.

If you ask to grasp the fighter, there are few people in the world who can compare to Li Xu. Seeing that the Turks were crushed, they changed their tactics again. "Pass my orders and stick to them!" He shouted loudly to the soldiers around him, "Invert the bead curtains." Wherever you go! ”

"Stick to them! Hasten! Don't let them get away! "Several high-voiced soldiers spread Li Xu's orders throughout the army." Block the strong with the weak, attack the weak with the strong, drive the attacker, follow the shadow, blocker, all defeat! "Inverting the bead curtain is a tactic that the Boling army is best at, and with this trick, they have been countless heroes of the Central Plains. The key to this move is the grasp of the fighter and the speed of attack. Defeat the enemy forces locally, and then you can make them even more destructive than your own brothers by sticking to them and driving them away.

Under the coordination of horns and shouts, the formation of the Boling army changed again. The triangular array and the phalanx merged into a long dragon, crushing the tail of the Turkic rout. Those samurai who fled in a hurry could have turned around and found a chance to turn defeat into victory, but they didn't have the courage to resist at all. was chased by Boling soldiers from behind, and stabbed to death one by one on the way to escape.

With the flick of a finger, the battlefield shifted beyond the valley. Unfazed in the slightest sense of being outnumbered, the Boling soldiers followed the Turks who retreated in disarray. Gu Toru had just dismounted in an open area outside the valley, commanding the other two groups of wolves to ride in place and prepare to return Li Xu's color. Before his big sword could be erected, his own rout had already run closer. I couldn't help but rush around, but instead of the slightest pause, even the queue of the new force was dispersed.

With the front and rear feet of the rout, the Boling soldiers arrived with a lance. The bright lance stabbed forward unceremoniously, following the footsteps of the routs into the ranks of the Turks. The wolf rider in the front row didn't wait for any reaction before being impaled by the lance. The blood-stained lance blade didn't stop, carrying the corpse and running to the next row of samurai. The stunned samurai didn't know how to dodge, and watched as the corpse of the robe crashed into him, and then felt the flow of strength in his body, and the object in front of him gradually blurred. Soon, more lances stabbed at them, stabbing the new force that carried all the hopes of Bone Toru to pieces.

"Kill, kill, don't let go of Bone Toru!" The heroes of the rivers and lakes who are best at fighting the wind are full of spirit and have also rushed to the front line. The unprepared enemy was overwhelmed and quickly made the best choice and fled with the previous rout. Bone Toru tried several times, but was unable to stabilize the team. Seeing that Li Xu's figure was approaching, he had to fly on the horse, take the four white wolves with their tails between them, and continue to escape.

"Li Xu, I'm going to smear my forehead with your blood!" As he fled in the direction of his own camp, Gutoru swore loudly, regardless of whether the pursuers could understand his Turkic language. He finally understood why Su Si had chosen not to have a tribe and to kill Li Xu to take revenge. To be defeated by a person who is despised by a son in front of everyone's eyes is a humiliation that accompanies people for a lifetime. If you don't wash it, you will never be able to dream peacefully in this life.

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