The cavalry of the Shanzi Battalion spun out from behind the high slope, followed the red horse and rushed towards the rebel camp. At this time, Luo Xiaotu's heavy cavalry had broken through half of the camp, and almost all the rebels gathered in the west to make their final resistance. At least 30% of the people had lost their courage, dropped their weapons and fled in all directions.
They were not soldiers in the first place, and it was the rebels who put knives on their shoulders and forced them to leave their hometown. Homes are gone, houses have been burned and crops have been razed to the ground. The parents of the wives and children don't know where they are, and their hearts have never been peaceful.
Two hundred thousand troops, what a glorious number.
The camp stretches for twenty miles, what a huge building.
But in front of those five thousand heavy cavalry, all of these seemed so fragile. After Luo Xiaotu's heavy cavalry broke through the spear formation, they never encountered any decent resistance, and the rebels who had lost their courage would just turn around and run away. But they were so humble even to escape, forgetting not to expose their backs to the enemy.
Luo Xiaotu gestured as he rode his horse forward, and the soldiers behind him immediately shouted: "Change the knife!"
With this cry, the heavy cavalry behind hung the heavy horse lance on the victory hook, and drew the horizontal knife from his waist. Facing the helpless rebel soldiers, they only need to bend down and cut the rebel soldiers' backs.
Liu Shuo, who was still standing on the wooden wall, was expressionless, watching his men and horses scattered like a herd of sheep.
"It's over!"
Two words were squeezed out of his throat, so bitter.
Wen Xiaodao's infantry rushed into the camp like the tide behind the heavy cavalry, killing people like hemp. All the rebel soldiers who stood in front of them, whether they had kneeled down and surrendered or were running desperately, were all chopped to death with a knife. The soldiers in the left avant-garde smiled ferociously, grabbed the hair of the rebels kneeling on the ground, wiped the neck with a knife back and forth, cut off the head, and tied the hair on their belts.
The left front guard soldiers who rushed in each carried a few heads by their waists.
Blood dripped down their clothes, and they didn't care.
Wen Xiaodao hadn't seen such an exciting scene for a long time, so Luo Xiaotu's unhappiness about taking credit for him was somewhat diluted. He loves to kill, loves to watch other people kill.
He likes the moment when the blade is wiped across the neck, the blood spurts out like a waterfall, especially in the sun, the color of the blood will appear so pure. He likes the temperature of blood, the slightly scalding life that is already cold.
He never restrained his men from killing people.
The difference between him and Luo Xiaotu is that Luo Xiaotu has nothing he likes or dislikes, and Wen Xiaodao even suspects that Luo Xiaotu doesn't even have feelings. Luo Xiaotu only killed those who stood in front of him, and when the heavy cavalry charged, he would not give way even if the person in front of him was his own. He will not deliberately kill people, he will naturally stop when the victory comes. He was even less interested in killing captives.
Luo Yao once said that Luo Xiaotu's eyes are always looking straight ahead, neither turning nor shrinking. The direction he sees is always the shortest route to success, nothing is closer to the goal than a straight line.
Wen Xiaodao, on the other hand, enjoys the fun of war and the bloody scenes.
Liu Shuo gathered almost all his troops, but he didn't block the left forward, and the situation was over. Because of this, Fang Jie didn't even encounter any resistance when he led the cavalry from the Shanzi Battalion into the rebel camp. The cavalry rushed in brushing the bodies of the rebel deserters, only caring about the fleeing rebels without even raising their heads.
Some people saw the cavalry in the fine armor of the left front guard rushing over, and subconsciously dropped their weapons and knelt down to beg for mercy. But they found that this cavalry had no interest in them at all and turned a blind eye. The defenders on the wooden wall had already run down, and no one wanted to stay to die.
The cavalry of Shanziying rampaged in the big camp, only setting fire but rarely killing people. Unless they were still resisting, they didn't even bother to raise their knives.
Soon, the fire on the east side of the camp started. The fire is the weapon that destroys the last line of defense in the hearts of the rebels, and panic spreads like a plague.
"East Day Camp is also broken! Let's run for our lives!"
"Run to the north gate, run to the north gate!"
"No more fights, I will never fight again!"
Such shouts filled people's ears, but everyone seemed to hear nothing. They just want to escape, they just want to live.
Fang Jie rushed in the camp for nearly half an hour, and finally saw a certain amount of troops gathered outside the camp in front of him. From a distance, behind those soldiers, there were tall hay piles, a huge tent, and countless carts.
"just in front!"
He pointed forward at Ludao, and urged the horse to rush towards the luggage. The cavalrymen of the Shanzi Battalion became excited, howling so proudly. The rebels guarding outside the supply camp saw the cavalry from the left vanguard rushing over. Some people subconsciously started to shoot arrows, but most of them thought... run!
"Open the gate of the camp, or you will be killed without mercy!"
Chen Qianshan yelled at the trembling rebels. The rebels looked at each other, and they didn't know who knelt down and threw away their weapons first. Followed by the sound of clattering, most of them threw their weapons away. Fang Xie knew that the rebels were scared out of their wits at this time, so they would not let this opportunity of intimidation go. He ordered his personal soldiers to rush over, but all those who did not throw away their weapons would be hacked to death.
"move!"
Fang Jie looked at the mountain of supplies and smiled.
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The rebels were poor because of lack of equipment, not lack of food and grass. Fang Jie didn't plan to go back to the left forward again. If he wanted to lead the team by himself, he couldn't lack food. Feather arrows, crossbow arrows, these consumables also need to be replenished. There seems to be no other way to get it except to grab it. Wanting to walk a path that does not rely on others, Fang Jie does not want to struggle after starting.
"Look for winter clothes!"
Fang Jie yelled loudly, and the cavalry of the Shanzi Battalion immediately dispersed and rushed out to find something useful.
It's already autumn, and it won't be long before the northwest is going to cool down. Fang Xie can't let the soldiers suffer with him if he pulls the team out. If you want soldiers to return to their hearts, you can't just restrain them with military discipline.
"Chen Qianshan!"
Fang Jie pointed to the carriages and shouted: "There are 200 people, drive the carriages first, regardless of whether it is useful or not."
Chen Qianshan responded, and immediately sent someone to drive the carriage. It was the first time for the soldiers of Shanziying to enjoy this kind of excitement, which was completely different from the feeling of looting those He people. Raising troops against the He people is like a giant bullying a child. Snatching from a rebel camp is like stealing jewels under the wings of a dragon.
This feeling made them very excited, and each of them looked for something that could be used with light in their eyes. The timing of Shanziying's entry was just right. The entire western half of the camp was already in chaos. Rummage in the camp.
"Be fast, don't be too greedy!"
Chen Qianshan tore off the bamboo bow held in the arms of a cavalryman: "What's the use of these things! Pick up the things we can use, the carts are full of food, and drive as many as you can." How many cars to go, and then winter clothes, feather arrows, what do you want for things you don't need!"
The soldier blushed for a while, ran back and took four or five bundles of feathered arrows and tied them to his horse, then rushed out to find other things.
"Walk!"
Standing on a high place, Fang Jie saw a puff of smoke and dust drifting from the west, and knew that the troops from the left front guard were approaching: "Let's go now, if you don't want to be trampled into meat by the heavy cavalry, leave quickly!"
The cavalry of Shanziying immediately ran back, and everyone's horses were covered with things.
"It's a pity, if there is a rope, I will drag the baggage camp and run together!"
A soldier yelled both excitedly and regretfully, and looked back at the things that were too late to take away. His eyes were full of reluctance.
"Damn it, sooner or later it's all mine!"
He spat and urged the horse to rush out.
Fang Jie likes this kind of attitude. He is gradually making the soldiers of Shanziying gradually distinguish himself from the left front guard. He never announced anything forcefully, but used his usual words to guide the soldiers, letting them slowly accept that he was Fang Jie's soldier, and gradually forget that they were Luo Yao's soldier.
Not long after Shanziying left the supply camp, Luo Xiaotu's heavy cavalry arrived.
Looking at the empty supply camp, and seeing the dust and smoke in the distance, Luo Xiaotu frowned slightly, as if he hesitated for a while but did not order the pursuit. No matter how much Shanziying took away, it would be nothing more than a drop in the bucket compared to the baggage of an army of more than 200,000 troops.
He ran for tens of miles in one breath, and stopped when he reached the mouth of Qinghe River. Fang Jie arranged for people to be on guard, and then led the officers into the town quickly. The town was already in ruins. When the rebel army passed by, it was looted. All the men were captured and served as soldiers. The children, old people and women all fled, and they didn't know where they went.
Chen Xiaoru came over to Fang Xie with a flying fish robe and bowed to salute. Fang Jie smiled at Chen Xiaoru and said, "You have made great contributions today, and your benefits will be indispensable in the future."
Chen Xiaoru chuckled: "It's only after counting the days that I realize that today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, why don't you reward the next Chang'e?"
Fang Jie said as he walked, "Chang'e doesn't have one. You can choose between Rabbit and Wu Gang."
Chen Xiaoru smiled sarcastically: "Let's forget it..."
"Where is Lu Fenghou?"
Fang asked.
"Tied in the yard."
"Let the brave people of Huangyang Road gather!"
Fang Jie gave an order, turned around and walked towards the open space outside the town.
Not long after, four thousand Huangyang Daomin bravely lined up outside the town, because the people from the big internal guards tied up Lu Fenghou, they seemed a little dissatisfied, and there were many discussions in the crowd. When they saw Fang Xie leading someone over with a cold face, they immediately fell silent.
"I didn't have much hope for you, I didn't regard you as regular soldiers, I didn't think you could do well, my expectations were already very low, but you still let me down downright!"
Fang Jie climbed up to the heights, and glanced at those Minyongs: "If you want to stay, stand still, if you want to get out, take off your armor and leave! What I need is not a group of mobs, but a group of people who at least know what to do." Soldiers who obey orders!"
"Do you think you have won the battle? Do you feel proud?"
Fang Jie snorted coldly and said, "Today's battle could have been fought more beautifully, but you almost put everyone to death just because you didn't follow orders! It's the same sentence, I don't force anyone to follow me, If you want to go, go now! Don't wait until you are killed, I have to dig a pit to bury your bones! Did you see what the cavalry brought back? That is the reward you should get for winning the battle. But think about it for yourself, If there were no cavalry, would you still be standing here and not convinced by what I said?"
Lu Fenghou, who was bound, stood below, his face red and white.
"Marquis Lu Feng!"
Fang Jie looked at the man with a scar on his face: "How many times have I told you?"
"Three times..."
Lu Fenghou raised his head, then quickly lowered his head.
"You can say that you are not a soldier of the Sui Dynasty, so there is no need to obey the military laws of the Sui Dynasty. But since you follow me now, you must obey my military laws! If you don't obey orders, do you know what to do?!"
"I... know I was wrong."
"Wrong?"
Fang Jie looked at him coldly: "Something is wrong, you don't get forgiveness just because you know your mistakes. Where are the guards? Take off this man's clothes, beat him with a stick thirty, and blow him out of the team! Such a waste, I None!"
"Here!"
Several soldiers rushed up immediately, and Lu Fenghou's face instantly turned pale.
"General... forgive me once! I'm not useless, I can kill the enemy and make meritorious deeds!"
With a plop, the man knelt down and touched his head to the ground.