In Bolingdu, the war drums of the Japanese army were intermittent, and the armored cavalry of the Tang army repeatedly rushed and killed in the formation of the Japanese army.

The collapse of the Japanese army in the front also affected the Japanese army on the left and right, and one after another the Japanese army lost its organization, and there was nothing that could stop the rout of the Japanese army, and the defeat was like a mountain, and the Japanese army in Bolingdu had completely collapsed.

The tide of routs swarmed backwards, and no military formation, no generals, no military discipline, could no longer prevent them from fleeing backwards.

Fujiwara Yoshibo held the sword in his hand tightly, and the rout of the Japanese army fled backwards from the high slope, and in front of him was a dense black and gold-lettered banner that seemed to be endless.

The defeat is irretrievable, and as the coach of this battle, how can he get out of it.

He asked for the position of commander of the Second Army from the hands of the general Fujiwara Hidetada, if he was defeated and retreated like this, not to mention whether he would be dealt with by military law, just saying that he was from the Fujiwara clan, he would have to die in Bolingdu.

Only if Fujiwara Yoshibo dies in battle, can he keep the Fujiwara clan and save the face of the general.

Instead of going back to suffer military law, it is better to die on the battlefield and get back a better reputation.

The surrounding noise and the sound of fighting all came to the ears of Fujiwara Yoshibo, and the surging black tide in front of him was sweeping in.

The east bank of the Hengshui River

Ping Changzheng stood on the high slope and looked at the situation at the Boling Ferry with a solemn face.

Taira Nagamasa, formerly known as Fujiwara Yoshimasa, was the sixth son of the seventh son of the great shogun Fujiwara Hidetada, and was the thirty-second in the family.

After the Taira clan was defeated by Fujiwara Hidetada, Fujiwara Hidetada forced the Taira clan to change the head of the family, and succeeded Fujiwara Yoshimasa as the son-in-law of the head of the Shinpei clan, and then changed his name to Taira Nagamasa.

The relationship between Ping Changzheng and Fujiwara Yoshibo is cousin, and this time he came to the Central Plains with the army, one is to avoid the assassination of him by the Ping clan, and the other is to participate in the war and achieve military merits, so that his position as the young master of the Ping clan is more stable, after all, from the blood relationship, he is not a member of the Ping clan.

At this time, under the high slope, the soldiers with their backs to the flag walked back and forth, sending the military information on the other side to the high slope where Ping Changzheng was located.

But the news sent was more unfavorable to the Japanese army than the other.

"The vanguard formation of our army that landed at Boling Ferry suffered heavy casualties, and Saito Nobubo was killed......

Ping Changzheng's face was pale, and he was waiting for words.

I heard a sudden burst of shouts from the other side of the river.

Ping Changzheng hurriedly looked back, only to see that the black and gold banners were all outside the Boling Ferry, and the river beach at the ferry was crowded with Japanese soldiers wearing blue and white armor.

On the west bank of Hengshui, Bolingdu.

A large number of defeated Japanese troops were crowded together on the river beach, and Bolingdu at this time had already become a hot porridge.

You squeeze me, I squeeze you, and from time to time unlucky soldiers are squeezed into the raging waters.

The Tang army's infantry formation was advancing, and the Tang army's cavalry was wantonly slaughtering the slow-moving Japanese army.

The defeated Japanese army Ashigaru was like crazy and wanted to flee, and they swarmed and pounced on the pontoon bridge erected on the water.

The pontoon bridge at the ferry was crowded with soldiers who wanted to cross the bridge, and they flocked to the river to fight for the opportunity to cross the river, and there was no general or commander to stop, restrain or direct their movements.

There are more and more people on the pontoon bridge, and the bridge deck is obviously crowded with soldiers, but there are still people on the shore who want to go on the bridge.

The Japanese army in Bolingdu had been completely defeated, completely lost its formation, and a large number of soldiers crowded at the ferry in panic.

There was even a samurai who drew his sword and slashed Ashigaru who was fighting with him for the pontoon.

At the moment of life and death, how could the lowly Ashigaru escape in front of the noble samurai master, they should be left behind as outcasts.

On the riverbank, beside the bridge, there was a lot of red, and the blood flowing everywhere stained the water surface of the entire riverside, and a floating corpse with a hideous face appeared on the surface of Hengshui.

More and more people are crowded onto the pontoon, but the weight of the pontoon bridge used for the transition is limited after all.

The waterline of the pontoon bridge was getting higher and higher, and the crowd noticed the horrific situation, but no one wanted to leave the pontoon.

Those who did not board the pontoon bridge wanted to flee back to the east bank along the pontoon bridge, and the shouts of the Tang army behind them were getting louder and louder, and the danger of death was approaching.

These routs have long lost the idea of resisting, and after being frightened, these lost souls are desperate to rush to the pontoon bridge!

Next to the pontoon, at this time, it was already a scene like a Shura field, and at the feet of those who were still alive were countless corpses that had been trampled out of their blue and white organs, almost trampled into inhuman appearance.

The constant water has long taken on a crimson color, and the people who are struggling with death have become beasts again, and everyone only knows how to squeeze forward, into the river, and onto the pontoon.

In the exclamation of everyone, the pontoon bridge on the surface of the Hengshui water that was painstakingly built by the auxiliary soldiers, and more and more soldiers crowded on it.

The pontoon bridge was finally overwhelmed and fell down obliquely, and the crowd on it was carried like dumplings, and fell into the icy river water one after another.

Many soldiers who wanted to cross the river to the south bank through the pontoon bridge sank with the pontoon, and were agitated by the cold river and hit by the waves, and disappeared forever in the turbulent river.

Bolingdu was surrounded by the desperate cries of the Japanese army, and the haze of death hung over everyone's heads.

The sharp whistles in the Tang army outside Bolingdu were like a signal of urgency, and the banners with inky and golden characters were like the spirit flags in the Nine Hidden Mansions.

Wang Rong's crotch rode on the red clouds, stopped on the high slope in Bolingdu, and watched coldly at the rout of the Japanese army on the river bank.

Countless ink-colored gold-lettered flags galloped by, and the Tang Army infantry of the brigade charged forward from the high slope where Wang Bian was.

The blood almost penetrated Wang Rong's robe, and the deafening shouts of battle when he rushed into battle had not yet dissipated in Wang Rong's ears.

Seeing the clouds and seeing the sun, the golden sunlight sprinkled on the plain, Wang Wei looked up at the sky, clenched the horse lance in his hand, and also held the victory of the battle of Hengshui.

On the east coast, Ping Changzheng's face was gloomy and terrifying.

At least more than 6,000 Japanese soldiers remained in Bolingdu on the west bank forever.

After the first battle, nearly 7,000 samurai and ashigaru were lost, and with the scattered and fleeing auxiliaries, this army was completely crippled.

A piece of military information was sent to Ping Changzheng's hands, and he slowly understood the origin of the matter and sorted out the reasons for the defeat.

First of all, the Tang army attacked like a storm, without sparing military strength and casualties, one after another, one after another, to attack the Japanese army in turn.

But just like this, the Japanese army was still able to resist, but in the end it was the sudden cavalry of the Tang army that crushed the Japanese army.