Chapter 47 Unite the Troops in One Place
In the midst of the raging battle, the 70,000 cavalrymen who had been summoned finally arrived on the battlefield. At this time, the 2,000 cavalrymen led by Xin Ke had dwindled to less than 1,000, including Xin Ke himself, all of whom were wounded, but their morale was particularly high. The 20,000 enemy troops surrounded them, but Xin Ke's emotions seemed to have infected the soldiers who were in a desperate situation, and although they only had 1,000 cavalrymen left, under their fearless attack, the enemy's defense line was on the verge of collapse. The commander of the Mandan Imperial Guard stood stupidly at the edge of the battlefield, his face filled with fear and anger as he stared at the young man in the center of the battlefield who was covered in blood and had a fierce look on his face. He couldn't believe what Yelu Minghuang had said about this army being its last gasp, he could clearly feel that this army was just getting started, their soldiers had long since put life and death out of their minds. Even though the Mandan Imperial Guard were seasoned veterans, under their relentless attack, they had already lost at least 5,000 men.
Compared to the desperate situation of Shen Ke's army, the two armies led by Chun Jianxian and Sun Deming were even more miserable. Their troops were originally temporary militia, and the enemy was twice as many as them. Even if the soldiers fought bravely, they were still at a disadvantage. Under the good coordination of the enemy's infantry and cavalry, their living space was being squeezed step by step, and the range of the cavalry's charge and killing was also shrinking step by step. At this time, the great army of Blood Kill and Feng Jing finally arrived.
Facing the friendly army in danger, Xue Sha and Feng Jing did not hesitate at all. With a wave of the commander's flag, the 70,000-strong army charged out with a loud noise. Xue Sha and Feng Jing were not unaware that the enemy would inevitably have an ambush, after all, the enemy was able to set up such a tight trap and accurately guess their breakout direction, indicating that they had already made meticulous plans. However, they could not hesitate for a moment, nor could they divide their troops into two routes. Because when facing a superior enemy, the best strategy is to create local advantages, concentrate forces and clench fists. And the 70,000 cavalry under their command did not hesitate at all, although they knew that there were knives and fires in front of them, they still charged forward without any hesitation. Because in front of them were their comrades, a group of people with the same face and blood as theirs.
On a small hill not far from the battlefield, Kasinbas waved his hand in satisfaction, and the two red flags fluttered with him. Accompanied by a dense roar of voices and horseshoes, two ambushing troops suddenly emerged from the wilderness, quickly forming a thick square array, surrounding the blood-killing army in the middle.
Facing the ambush of a hundred thousand troops, Xue Sha's heart was calm. Although he didn't know where this army came from, he had a premonition that this was the opponent's last resort, their final trump card. As long as they could break through this blockade, in front of them would be a broad and wide road. Ignoring the crisis behind him, Xue Sha raised his butcher knife high and let out a loud roar: "Brothers, the enemy is right in front of us, charge!"
"Who can stop me!" Feng Jing also let out a loud roar, the pear blossom spear in his hand was swung with dense and swift movements, and the soldiers under his command were like fierce tigers descending from the mountains. In just an instant, they inserted themselves into the midst of the 80,000-strong enemy army that was besieging Chun Jian Xiang. The Blood Kill Army, on the other hand, attacked from a slanted direction, charging into the enemy's formation from the side. Faced with the sudden appearance of the 70,000-strong cavalry, the soldiers under Mandan's command reacted somewhat slowly. The originally solid formation was instantly breached in two places. And Blood Kill and Feng Jing led their armies to swarm in through these two breaches without any hesitation. What was initially a breakthrough at two points suddenly turned into a line of collapse. The three branches of cavalry, with over 1 million horses, finally reunited after a brief separation. At this time, the enemy's ambush of 100,000-strong army had just completed its encirclement of the He Tao cavalry.
"Below, the Qingfeng soldiers, you are already surrounded and have no way to escape. If you can dismount and surrender, I, General Kasinbas, guarantee in the name of a soldier that we will not humiliate your dignity as soldiers!" Kasinbas shouted loudly on the hilltop. The battlefield was vast, but due to the old man's robust energy, his fluent Tianchao language echoed endlessly across the wilderness. For a military general who had fought alongside Qingfeng for most of his life, Kasinbas was naturally familiar with the Tang language that had been passed down for thousands of years. Moreover, during the prosperous era of the Han and Tang dynasties, the advanced culture of Tianchao had spread across the continent, making the Tang language a common tongue among neighboring countries. Thus, although the Baijing dynasty had its own language, when communicating with other nations, they invariably used the Tianchao language.
"Is General Kasinbas? Someone has been taught a lesson in blood! But the dignity of a soldier is to die on the battlefield, not to surrender!" The voice of Blood Kill was mixed with a long whistle, which suddenly appeared in the wilderness like a thunderbolt on a sunny day. His profound internal force, which was no less than that of the top ten masters of the Divine State, was fully demonstrated at this moment, and even General Kasinbas, who was far away on the mountain ridge, felt a ringing in his ears. As the saying goes, "The general is the awe-inspiring one among the soldiers, and the soldier is the brave one among the generals." Seeing their commander so mighty, the soldiers of the Yellow River naturally regained their morale, and their offensive became even more fierce.
"General Blood Kill, you have no way out, why bother with a desperate struggle! Are you willing to sacrifice your soldiers for the sake of their dignity?" Kasinbas's voice rose again, and his tone actually revealed a hint of sorrow. However, this move had no effect on the Hetao soldiers on the battlefield. These soldiers were either captured from the remnants of the Northern Expedition Army or were civilians kidnapped from the Sixteen Prefectures of Youyun, or they were hot-blooded men from the Six States of Hetao who had been poisoned by the alien tribes. Their attitude towards the aliens outside the pass was only one word: kill! If there was only one word to describe their hatred for the aliens outside the pass, it would be: kill! Since it was such a deep-seated hatred, where did all these useless words come from?
"Another long whistle of slaughter: 'I, a citizen of the divine state, only have dead warriors, no surrendering cowards! You have any means to display it, someone today will let you see the style of our heavenly dynasty's men! Brothers, cheer up, don't lose the prestige of our great China in front of foreign tribes for thousands of years!'"
Kasimbas didn't speak again this time. Because he understood that the army he encountered this time was different from many armies he had encountered before. Although their soldiers were not particularly elite, and their equipment was only slightly better than average, they had several extremely talented and unyielding excellent generals, disciplined and deeply emotional national warriors, and the courage and morale to dominate the world. Most importantly, this was an army with ideas, they had their own beliefs, they knew what they were fighting for, and for this firm belief, they could sacrifice their most precious lives. They were truly a first-rate army! However, it was precisely because of this that they must be completely annihilated. The morale and faith of the army can be infectious, if all of Qingfeng's armies possessed such faith in the future, it would also be the time for the destruction of the three northeastern countries!
"Brothers, do you still remember the military song of our Divine Land's men? Sing it for me!" Feng Jing shouted excitedly as he knocked a enemy soldier flying with his gun.
Then, among the thousands of troops and horses, he was the first to sing that familiar song. At first, it was just him alone, but soon it became a grand chorus: "Don't you see, Han Zhongjun, weak and crowned, asking for a long rope? Don't you see, Ban Dingyuan, lightly riding to expedite war clouds! A man should be willing to take risks, how can he let his life be misled by Confucianism? Now the country is in danger like an egg, and the feathers are rushing without stopping! I abandoned my pen from the past, and wore my battle robe, one call gathered over 100,000 comrades, singing a war song together. Together we march to war, sweep away the dust of the barbarians, and vow to destroy the enemy slaves without regard for life! Suppressing emotions, lightly cutting off thoughts of home, generously offering our hearts to report to the country. With a proud smile, we rush to the battlefield, the great flag unfolding in the sunless day. The wind blows Taibai into the vast month, and with strength, we shoot the long arrow at the heavenly wolf.
When the familiar melody was sung again, the 100,000 soldiers surrounded finally understood the kind of generosity and heroic tragedy in the song. This is a song that condensed the essence of the warriors of China for thousands of years, it is the aspiration of countless generals who died on the battlefield, and it is also a true portrayal of the current mood of the 100,000 soldiers. Many soldiers didn't even have time to finish singing this song before they were shot down by the enemy army, but their weapons also ended the lives of their opponents at the same time. Many generals didn't even have time to let out a roar before they fell off their horses, but before they died, their heads, without exception, were tilted towards the south, because that was the direction of their hometown. On the battlefield, there were limbs and blood flying everywhere, but no one paid attention, and no one was afraid. Because being able to die on this land, regardless of which country he was from, for his nation, he would be worthy of the title of national hero. No one knew who would fall next, maybe it would be a comrade-in-arms brother, or maybe it would be himself.
Blood Kill and Chun Jian Xiang merged their troops, charging desperately in the direction of Xin Ke's seal. Surrounded, they could only concentrate all their forces, constantly piercing and dispersing, breaking through the enemy's formation, disrupting their organization, constantly searching for the opponent's weak point, then striking to kill or fleeing. The tens of thousands of soldiers who had been attacking Chun Jian Xiang and the 20,000 soldiers who had been attacking Xin Ke were clearly unable to withstand this tiger-wolf-like army, especially the 20,000 Mandan soldiers whose morale had already been broken by Xin Ke's bravery, and were actually dispersed in a single charge by Blood Kill, allowing the two armies to finally merge.
However, the reunion did not mean they were safe. In front of them was a lake of unknown width, and although the two wooden bridges could be crossed, it was unclear how many years or months it would take for the army of 100,000 to pass through completely. Behind them were the combined forces of 170,000 to 180,000 Mamluks and Byzantines. Under the command of Kasim Pasha, they had regrouped and were preparing to meet the onslaught of the Hetao army.
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