Chapter 26: Fight, Abba (1) Huaxia Book Network

  Aba was stunned. From the moment he rushed down from the vast and majestic waters, he was stunned.

  After all, the battles on the grasslands, although there are many strategies such as ambushes and feigned surrender, compared to the systematic and strategic military tactics that have been accumulated by the Han people over thousands of years, they are really not worth mentioning.

  After all, he was just a young man in his twenties. He had not truly commanded an army on his own, nor did he possess the political wisdom of his father. With the cries of mourning filling his ears, he was completely at a loss for what to do.

  It wasn't until they reached the opposite bank and saw Zhao Yun and E Kuo lead their troops out, galloping towards them to kill, that they suddenly reacted, urging everyone to quickly mount their horses while sending people to find a path to prepare to go over and support Old Master.

  As soon as he gave the order, the sound of horns rose from behind him. Amidst the mournful and prolonged blowing of the ox-horns, a great shout arose. On the left was Gao Shun, on the right Zhang Liao, each leading nearly a hundred brave warriors, who came rushing to attack this side.

  Aba was shocked and flustered, turning his head to see that his father's figure had already disappeared on the other side of the river, while the people on this side were all panic-stricken, and he no longer had any will to fight.

  "Break through! Break through! Go south!"

  Waving the forty-catty wolf-toothed club in his hand, Abaer let out a loud shout. Immediately, he charged forward on horseback, rushing towards the empty space to the south.

  Most of those who followed him ashore were from Zabul Province and were the elite of this invading army.

  Hearing Abaal's shout, although it was difficult to form an effective formation in the chaos, they were all on horseback, and the next moment they swarmed around Abaal and charged out.

  Gao Shun and Zhang Liao had already received Liu's order, so they didn't stop them. When their vanguard broke through, they only led their troops to attack from behind.

  The curved blade flashed frequently, and blood splattered everywhere. The last seven or eight knights fell, instantly cut into seventeen or eighteen pieces.

  Human heads and severed limbs flew up, fell to the ground, and were immediately trampled into a pulp by the horses' hooves.

  In the era of cold weapons, except for a few powerful men who could wield their swords to behead and dismember others, most were slashing and chopping at their enemies with sharp blades, inflicting massive wounds that would render them unable to fight until they bled to death.

  Because the blade cuts into the human body, if it goes in too deep, it may be stuck by the muscle or skeleton. In the chaos of war, a slight delay will cost one's life. Therefore, very few people dare to do such a foolish thing.

  These men on the grasslands are all born warriors and naturally wouldn't make such a low-level mistake. As they retreated, covering their backs, the mournful cries of agony never stopped for even a moment.

  Even if one is beheaded, they won't die immediately. By the time they are trampled by the war horses following behind, the pain will be unbearable for ordinary people. The cries of agony went from loud wails at first to barely audible whispers in the end.

  But one died in silence, and another had just begun to sound. Thus, the entire battlefield was like entering the Asura Hell.

  The mournful neigh of war horses, the desperate and miserable cries of people on the verge of death, and the sound of blades piercing human flesh, all blended together under the cold moonlight to form a symphony of death that made one's heart tremble with fear.

  Abaal only urged his horse to gallop, the mournful cries behind him were like Yanluo chasing his soul, never stopping for a moment. The guards beside him fell one by one under the horse's hooves, and the starry sparks splashed all over his head and face. In the midst of his breath, it was filled with a bloody smell. On the ground, it was all blood and water accumulated.

  His mind was a complete blank, mechanically wielding his weapon to sweep down the pursuing soldiers one by one. Before the uprising, he had been filled with violent rage and vowed to tear apart the Han people's idea, but now it was all gone.