Chapter 10 Yi Ding (8)

The field battle of the Khitan leather room army can be called the best in the world, but their ability to set up camps, from the perspective of experts, is not as good as the bandits and rogues in the Central Plains.

There were no deer barricades to defend against the high approach of the horses, no trenches to prevent the enemy from attacking at night, and even the wooden fences to protect the camp were all staggered and only three feet high, and they could not stop the horses' hooves from leaping hard.

"Kill!" Zheng Ziming shouted, and even men and horses flew over the fence at the same time. The cavalry gun in his hand took advantage of inertia and slammed into the chest of a Khitan general who was trying to organize resistance.

The huge recoil force made the barrel of the riding gun bend like a bow in an instant, and Zheng Ziming's body was also pushed and slid backwards slightly. However, the saddle, stirrups, and a whole set of harnesses on the horse protected his body as much as possible, so that he would not be pushed off his horse by the force. In the next moment, the barrel of the gun naturally straightened, and the Khitan general, who was already exhausted, was lifted into the air.

"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom...... Dozens of not very tall chamber horses jumped over the fence after Zheng Ziming. The soldiers on horseback rode their spears flat, and the spear edges lined up in a neat row of wolf teeth in the firelight. The Khitan warriors who stood in the way of the wolf's fangs were cut down by the wolf's fangs in rows, like wheat after midsummer. Huge horses' hooves stepped over the corpse, splashing the sky with red mud.

"The whole team of the pro-guard battalion, the whole team is moving closer to the Jiedu envoy!" Zhou Xin grabbed the weapon with one hand and picked up the thorns left and right. The other hand quickly drew a gun flag from under the saddle and raised it high above his head. The night breeze swept across the flag, sending a big "Zheng" character into every pair of eyes full of fanaticism. Rows of Cangzhou athletes jumped over the fence on horseback, and under the guidance of the gun flag, they gathered and lined up to reorganize into a moving steel jungle.

"The left battalion is in formation, and the left battalion is moving closer to the Jiedu envoy!" the figure of the military commander Pan Mei followed and appeared in another wave of cavalry who had just leaped over the fence, waving his spear flag with both hands.

More athletes held their spears flat and followed the movements they had done more than 10,000 times during their usual training, and gathered in a formation behind him. Then he tacitly connected with the other teams of his own robes, and pushed flat into the depths of the enemy camp like a tide.

"The right battalion is in formation, and the right battalion is ...... to the knots"

"The whole team of the second battalion from the left ......"

"The ...... of the 2nd Right Battalion"

Tao Dachun, Tao Yong, Li Shun'er and others successively jumped over the fence with their respective cavalry, and quickly formed the second wave of the "tide". It covers a wider area than the first wave of cavalry, and lines up denser than the first wave of cavalry.

When two waves of "tides" "overflowed" over a row of tents, there was no living creature in the place where it passed. There were only scraps of flesh and limbs all over the floor.

"Boom, boom, boom......" The elite of the Gao family army under the command of a man also rushed into the camp of the Khitan army. Thirty zhang away from the right rear of the Cangzhou Army, quickly form a team. Their cooperation with each other is far less skilled than that of the Cangzhou army. But they have another trick up their sleeve for how to strike at the enemy.

I saw the first athletes who jumped over the fence and threw several iron claws with ropes behind them, and at the same time decisively struck the stirrups with their feet. The galloping mount immediately pulled the rope straight. When the ropes were tightened one after another, the fence, which was not very strong, was immediately pulled into the air by the iron claws.

A gap of twenty zhang wide appeared in front of the elite of the Gao family army that was following up, so that they no longer had to think about the obstruction of the fence, but continued to ride their horses and rush forward.

"Boom, boom, boom......" Zhao Kuangyin's Saint Protector Army moved a little slowly, but the momentum was the most powerful. Except for the two platoons of cavalry in front of the head, from the third platoon onwards, each carrying a torch full of grease in his hand. Along the way, the tents of the enemy soldiers were lit one by one, regardless of whether there were still living people inside. When encountering the Khitan generals fleeing in a panic, they directly greeted them with torches, one after another, until the target turned into a "torch" screaming and rolling on the ground.

No one jumped out to accuse the Protector of being cruel, in fact, the Khitan warriors treated their enemies ten times more cruelly than that. They are accustomed to chasing their opponents slowly like wolves, until they are exhausted and completely lose the confidence to resist and the courage to struggle, then they will rush forward with a grin, and give "last mercy" with their blades. They never dreamed that on a certain winter night, the positions of the wolves and their prey would suddenly be reversed, and they would experience the same pain and despair.

"Fight, rise up!"

"Stop them, or everyone will die!"

"Fight to the death, fight to the death, the descendants of the green ox and the white horse ......"

Not all samurai are awakened from their sleep and immediately fall into a panic. Some of the leather room army heads, 100 generals and commanders whose sleeping tents were a little far away from the fence felt that the situation was not good, so they instinctively wanted to organize resistance on the spot to buy time for their own commander Xiao Tianci to face the battle. However, in front of the horse team that has already rushed to the degree, such a move is tantamount to self-defeat!

How could a foot soldier who had no time to form a battle in a hurry be able to stop the iron cavalry advancing like a wall? Almost at the moment when the two sides had just made contact, they were knocked to the ground by the cavalry spear. Hundreds of horses' hooves stepped over the samurai's bodies, turning them directly into a mass of flesh.

"Ahh With years of experience, they tried to keep themselves out of the way the horses were headed. Try not to run towards the very center of the barracks, but to the left and right. However, before they could get any far, two other cavalry had already followed, stabbed and knocked them down, and then sent them up to the western sky with the hooves of their horses.

"Ahh More Khitan soldiers were awakened from their sleep; more Khitan soldiers were stabbed to death without even having time to grab their weapons, and even the tents were trampled into slabs; more Khitan soldiers escaped from their tents empty-handed, trying to escape from their lives; more Khitan soldiers were chased by the Central Plains athletes from behind, stabbed to death, and broke their tendons and fractured with their horses' hooves.

"Spare Life——!" A group of Khitan warriors who had no way to escape suddenly knelt on the ground and raised their empty hands. They were not leather chamber troops, and they lived mainly as nomads except for raiding. If they die, their wives will have to be remarried, and their children will have to be cattle and horses for the elders of their own people. They can't die, they want to wait for their opponent's forgiveness.

"Kill, don't leave a single one!" Zhao Kuangyin decisively raised the cooked copper stick and smashed the head of a begger for mercy. "Those who can speak Chinese will never be forgiven!"

"Kill!" the elite of the Guardian Army who followed up agreed in unison, and the spear was pressed down, heading straight for the backbone of the begger for mercy.

Ordinary Khitan soldiers can speak Chinese, not because they admire Han culture. The reason why they can shout the word "spare their lives" at this moment is because they have heard too much before.

The more they listened, the greater the sin they had committed. When retribution comes, they must be judged by fate.

There is only revenge, and there is no forgiveness.