The local scattered troops in Ningguo did not listen to the command, first, they did not receive formal training in battle formations, and no matter how loud the war drums of your Chinese army sounded, they did not know that the commander was telling them to advance; second, the local scattered troops were really afraid of being beaten by the Plains Army, and they were usually in the locality, at most, they were suppressing bandits, where had they ever encountered such a fierce enemy as the Plains Army?

Now they have only one thought in their hearts, flee! No matter where they flee, in short, the farther away they are, the better, away from these beasts and demons in front of them

Just as Xiao Muqing had expected, the scattered troops in the area, which were close to 100,000, were all rabble, vulnerable to a single attack, and instead of helping the western army on the battlefield, they became a scourge that affected the morale of the whole army.

For this point, Xiao Muqing, who climbed up from the bottom, calculated it, but Wei Zheng, who was born as a hereditary magnate, did not expect it.

The western army of more than 100,000 was surrounded by the plains legion and fell into a bitter battle on all sides.

At this point in the battle, Wei Zheng saw that his side had no chance of winning, and immediately decided to break out.

But at this time, if you want to break out of the encirclement, it is not easy to talk about it, the heavy shield hand of the plain army is in the front, blocking the Ning army to the death, and the long halberd hand behind is frantically stabbing forward, and the Ning soldiers who broke through the encirclement were stabbed down row after row, not only did not break through the encirclement of the plain army, but the encirclement was gradually shrinking, and the 100,000 western army was backlogged into a group, and there was no battle formation at all.

The battle lasted from dawn to dusk, and it was not over, but there was not much left of the Western Army in the encirclement, and a large number of soldiers died tragically under the chaotic blades of the Plains Army.

When it was dark, the attack of the Plains Army did not stop, and the soldiers held torches high and fired rockets, continuing to maintain a high-pressure attack.

The Western Army in the encirclement was exhausted, and people couldn't help but wonder again whether the soldiers of the Plains Army were human beings or monsters, and if they had been fighting so fiercely for a whole day, weren't they tired?

After all, the Plains Army was the first to receive Tang Yin's devil-style training, and it has been used to this day, and the officers and men of the whole army have strong explosive power and sufficient endurance; in addition, the Plains Army is fighting deep into the enemy's territory, and there is no way to retreat, either they will win or die; under the belief that either the enemy dies or we die, no matter how hard and tired they are, as long as they can still stand and pick up the weapons in their hands, people will not retreat from the battlefield.

After another night of fighting, it was nearly dawn, and the battle between the two sides lasted for twelve hours.

For such a long time, both sides have not drunk a drop of water, not a grain of rice, and they have not even had time to stop to take a breath, and their nerves have maintained a high degree of tension from beginning to end, in this case, even the iron man can't stand it.

The Western Army, which was the first to hold out inadequately.

Surrender! This battle really can't be fought! These voices keep ringing in people's hearts.

Soon, the people turned their hearts into practical actions, and a large number of Western Army, which had reached the end of its crossbow, threw down their weapons and surrendered to the Plains Army. At the moment of surrender, they could no longer hold on, and their crumbling bodies fell directly to the ground, or lying or lying, gasping for breath, and people could no longer stand up.

Once you have a start, it's hard to stop.

Seeing that the brothers who surrendered were peacefully received by the Plains Army and were not killed, more Western Army troops immediately surrendered.

The surrender of the soldiers to the enemy spread throughout the army.

Wei Zheng didn't want to stop it, but he couldn't stop it at all, he couldn't stop the front and the back, he couldn't stop the left and the right, and when the generals of the western army around him surrendered to the Feng army, he also gave up completely.

He used his last strength to gather the soldiers who insisted on not surrendering together and launched the last breakthrough.

Xiao Muqing had already calculated that the Ning army was going to make the last fight, and the Plains Army had already prepared to give Wei Zheng and the others who broke through the siege a head-on blow.

In this breakthrough, the Ning army fought extremely fiercely, and the soldiers were like crazy, regardless of rushing to the camp of the Plains Army, just going up in a wave, dying in a wave, many people had broken arms, broken legs, and even the intestines in their bodies flowed out, but they still howled and fought.

If the strength of the two sides is equal, the Ning army shows this ruthlessness, the plain army may really be defeated by them, but now the strength of the two sides has a huge difference, the Ning army's shame and courage is too late, they cause certain casualties to the plain army, but also cause a certain amount of chaos, but soon the chaos of the plain army stabilized, and launched a fierce counterattack.

After the fierce fighting of the First World War, the last breakthrough of the Ning army also ended in a fiasco. After the first battle, none of the officers and men of the Western Army were injured, and even Wei Zheng himself was hit by several arrows.

As soon as the breakout was repulsed, the siege of the Plains Army began.

Looking at the crowds of people around him, the wind army pressed over step by step with uniform steps, Wei Zheng sighed sadly, more than 100,000 western troops were wiped out in his hands, he was not only ashamed of the eldest grandson Yuanhong, but also ashamed of the king's trust, even if he could get away with it, what kind of face would he have to return to Liangzhou?

Thinking of this, Wei Zheng has lost all his thoughts, even the most basic survival has been lost, and now he is only unwilling in his heart, unwilling to be defeated so much, in the case of taking advantage of the enemy, and ending up with the annihilation of the whole army, is this all his own miscommand?

When the wind army had pressed closer, he ignored the arrow wound on his body, screamed fiercely, and rushed towards the wind army crowd with his sword.

As soon as he arrived, a spear stabbed him in the lower abdomen, Wei Zheng no longer felt the pain at this time, and he turned a blind eye to the spear that pierced into the lower abdomen, and with a backhand sword, he cut off the head of the wind soldier holding the spear, only to kill one person, and was stabbed in the back, Wei Zheng instinctively slashed back and slashed back, and cut down a wind soldier.

Among the enemies, Wei Zheng picked up his sword, slashed and stabbed, killing and wounding more than a dozen people in one go, but he also had more than 20 wounds on his body, including knife wounds and stab wounds.

At this time, looking at Wei Zheng again, the helmet had fallen off, the cloak was scattered, and the blood was dripping all over his body, along the armor, and constantly dripping to the ground.

I don't know if it was because of the exhaustion of strength or the loss of too much blood, his swaying body fell to his knees, and the saber in his hand was also deeply inserted into the ground, supporting his body from falling.

The surrounding Feng Jun looked at each other, not knowing whether he was dead or alive, people slowly stepped forward, someone stabbed him in the back with the tip of a spear, and saw that he had no reaction, so he was relieved, and the surrounding Feng Jun stepped forward quickly, raised the spears in their hands and stabbed Wei Zheng in unison.

Pounce, pounce, pounce - just in an instant, Wei Zheng's body had more than a dozen blood holes, Wei Zheng, who was originally kneeling on the ground, suddenly howled, grabbed his saber, blindly slashed out to the left and right twice, and finally slammed his sword on the ground, his head drooped down, and blood flowed down his jaw and the tip of his nose.

The surrounding Feng Jun was frightened by his sudden voice and counterattack to retreat a long way, looking at Wei Zheng, who was not moving, swallowed and foamed, what is the matter with this person, whether he is dead or not, why is he still carrying a corpse?

Just when people were hesitating whether to step forward or not, someone shouted, "The former general is here, the former general is here—"

Xiao Muqing is a former general appointed by Tang Yin, and most of the soldiers below also call him so.

With the shouts of the people, the wind army automatically and consciously moved out of the way.

I saw Xiao Muqing, accompanied by many wind generals and guards, walking slowly and leisurely.

Walking through the crowd, before Wei Zheng approached, Xiao Muqing deliberately bent down, looked at Wei Zheng who hung his head, and asked the people around him, "Are you dead?"

"Back to the former general, it seems to ...... It's like it's dead......"

Xiao Muqing almost laughed angrily, death is death, how can it still seem to be? He turned around and asked the general beside him, "This is Wei Zheng, right?"

"Yes, general, looking at its armor, it should be Wei Zheng!" replied respectfully.

"Hehe!" Xiao Muqing smiled leisurely, lingered in front of Wei Zheng a few times, raised his hand to the side, and sneered: "Run! You will run again! Damage my tens of thousands of brothers, even if you run to the ends of the earth, I can get you out!"

Xiao Muqing lifted his foot and kicked over Wei Zheng's kneeling corpse, seeing him lying down, his hands still holding the hilt of the sword.

He ordered everyone on the left and right to pull out the saber in Wei Zheng's hand, take it in his hand and look at it a few times, think it was not bad, take it for himself, and get the saber of the enemy commander, which is the supreme trophy of war, and it is also a proof of his great military achievements.

He turned his head sideways and shouted: "Cut off Wei Zheng's head, send it back to Hexi, and present it to the king, as for Wei Zheng is a corpse, give me a random blade to divide the corpse, and the surrendered Ning army, not a single one is left, all of them will be killed, and the captured heads can also be rewarded according to military merits." ”

As soon as they heard this, the surrounding plain soldiers were all happy, if it weren't for Xiao Muqing's presence, people would have run to cut down the prisoners at this time.

In the Wind Army, the soldiers can obtain the title of Quasi-Lord when they take the enemy's head and accumulate hundreds of levels, and become a Quasi-Lord, and they can be further promoted, and at the same time, they can also receive the Quasi-Lord's Salary every year, even if they are discharged from the army, they can also use the Quasi-Lord's Salary to pay off the taxes of the whole family, and live a worry-free life.

Therefore, when it comes to beheading the prisoners, the soldiers below are the most happy.

In fact, although these Ning soldiers who surrendered were a burden to the Plains Army, they would not be killed all, and they could be transferred to the Mo Army nearby, but Xiao Muqing didn't want to cheapen the Mo Army, so that the Mo Army would use these prisoners in exchange for benefits or be good people, and simply kill them all.

As the commander of an army, the difference in his thoughts is directly related to the life and death of tens of thousands of people.

The nearly 50,000 Ning troops who surrendered were all sentenced to death by Xiao Muqing in one sentence. It's a pity that these Ning troops, who have no ability to resist, did not die vigorously on the battlefield, but they all became ghosts under the knife of the Plains Army, and they died in a nest.

In the first battle of the Chunxiao Plain, the Plains Army completely annihilated the Western Army of Ningguo.

There are many examples of winning more with less, but on the battlefield where strategy and strategy are useless, there are very few examples of 100,000 defeating 200,000 in battle, which is a miracle created by the Plains Army, and it also makes this legendary army leave a strong mark in the war book and battle strategy.

The army of tigers and wolves has always been emulated and respected by later generations, but it has never been surpassed.