That's right, Shang Chaozong charged into battle as the commander-in-chief of an army, risking his own life just to attract a large number of enemy monks to capture him and create a convenient offensive for Yingyang Wulie Guards.
Zhao Xingyan reacted too late, and the people behind him were completely in chaos.
Shang Chao Zongxing did not intend to give him time to react to this dangerous move.
Yingyang Wu Liewei charged in from the left and right wings of the Zhao army. Their fierce attack was like a knife cutting tofu, and they rushed into the enemy camp and charged back and forth like cutting waves.
Some monks retreated urgently, intending to restore the chaos. The monks arranged by the Shang Chaozong were not just decorations, but entangled and blocked them.
Even if there were some who rushed back, the blockade would not be effective. The Yingyang Wu Lie Guards rushed forward and got mixed up with the Zhao army. It was difficult for the monks here to let go of their hands and feet to attack, not to mention that there were still monks from Yan State entangled.
The battle flag of the Yingyang Wulie Guards that had entered the enemy's interior fell down, and the rebel army lost guidance on the direction of the attack.
The cries of "Ying Yang" and "Wu Lie" were shouted again, and everyone gathered in the direction of the attack according to the direction of the shouts. No matter what obstacles were encountered, the offensive was not chaotic at all, and they rushed back and forth repeatedly!
The Zhao army faced another full-scale attack by the Yan army, and the entire Zhao army's formation was unable to continue and collapsed quickly.
When such a large-scale battle between men and horses occurs, they will be defeated if they are in chaos, and if they are defeated, they will be defeated like a mountain. The defeat cannot be contained no matter what.
Having lost the ability to effectively organize counterattacks, there was chaos and chaos. No matter how loud the voice was, it was difficult to contain the rebels.
Zhao Jun began to flee in a large area. This escape was a chain reaction, and it was completely over!
The monks on both sides were still fighting vigorously.
It was useless no matter how hard they fought, the army would not stop for them, and the Yan army took advantage of the situation to pursue them.
Two legs could not outrun four legs. The Yan army was led by Yingyang Wu Liewei, and a large number of cavalry pursued and strangled them. They swept across the battlefield of chaotic escapes, taking the opportunity to expand the Zhao army's defeat and not give the Zhao army a chance to regroup.
As the cavalry chased after them, blood was splashed by swords and screams could be heard endlessly.
There were about tens of thousands of Zhao troops who were fleeing in a group. When they saw the cavalry chasing after them, they knew they could not win. They quickly gathered together to resist. Their spears were rooted in the ground, and their spearheads were in pieces facing the direction of the cavalry.
The Yingyang Wu Liewei who rushed in along the way made a gesture with the leader, and the Qianqi separated. Most of them bypassed the group of people and continued to pursue the escaping enemy troops in front, without giving the enemy troops a chance to regroup.
The leader of the Qianqiu made a gesture with his sword, and the cavalrymen sheathed their swords and quickly picked up the crossbows hung on their horses.
For Yingyang Wu Liewei, proficiency in the use of swords and arrows on horseback is a must.
When rushing past the group of troops like a gust of wind, they immediately fired their bows, and the bowstrings rang loudly. Arrows whizzed out from the cavalry troops that swept past. The Zhao army, which had formed a spear formation, immediately screamed and fell to the ground.
Qian Qi shot back and forth several times, then suddenly sheathed his bow and arrows, followed a weak point and charged directly in. The whistling sword light spattered blood.
The group of people who formed a defensive formation immediately collapsed, killing the Qianqi who passed through each other without stopping, and rushed into the distance to continue the pursuit. The Yan army that rushed in later overwhelmed the group of people who collapsed behind.
The first general and his men ran away, and saw a group of heroic warrior guards in front of them approaching diagonally.
"Kill!" Seeing that there was no way to escape, the general cried out sadly and rushed over with his spear brandished.
The Yingyang Wulie Guards of the brigade did not stay for him, and only divided into small groups of ten cavalry to rush towards him.
At the moment of the head-on collision, the general swung his spear and stabbed furiously. A Yingyang Wulie Guards member who bore the brunt blocked it with a knife. The teammate following him suddenly leaned down on horseback to avoid the spear that swept over his head. He swung his sword and slashed at the horse's leg.
The war horse neighed and overturned, and the general was thrown away. Several streaks of blood were drawn by several flying swords rushing from behind. He fell to the ground with a bang and twitched, with blood dripping from his mouth and nose.
The ten cavalry went away, and the infantry from the rear rushed in. Some people raised their swords and dropped them.
On the battlefield where the pursuit was spreading, countless people fell to the ground and wailed, and countless people fell in pools of blood and sobbed. The infantrymen rushing from behind were stabbing with spears and spears. There was no such thing as mercy, and there was no tenderness in the fighting on the battlefield.
An army of one million, it’s over!
Zhao Yanxing, who was taking command on the chariot, looked around at the chaos and was confused!
Ignoring the fierce fighting of the monks around him, Zhao Yanxing slowly drew his sword stupidly. He had no other thoughts at this time. In despair, he subconsciously just wanted to die!
At the critical moment, a monk grabbed his arm and said, "General, we are defeated, let's go!"
The army was defeated, and there was no point in leaving them here to fight with the monks of the Yan Kingdom. They couldn't kill all the Yan troops who were running around in such a large area.
"Ah..." Zhao Yanxing burst into tears when he came back to his senses.
"Let's go!" a monk shouted, and the two of them joined forces to pull Zhao Yanxing away.
A large group of Zhao monks flew around, fighting and retreating to cover Zhao Yanxing's retreat. When Zhao Yanxing was far away, they let go and flew away from the battlefield.
Shang Chaozong, whose blood-stained shirt was breathing heavily, looked around the battlefield with a pestle sword, a smile on his face, victory!
He took great risks to lure the enemy, but finally won. You can imagine the joy in his heart.
The spray of blood splashed on his face, making his smile look ferocious!
Feng Ruonan, covered in blood, jumped off his horse, his face also covered in blood. He held a gun in one hand and wiped the sticky blood on his face with the other. He blinked and called out, "Your Majesty! Are you injured?" He stared at He picked up the part of the armor that was chopped off on Shang Chaozong's arm.
Several monks surrounded the two with their backs to each other, wary of their surroundings.
In the air, Huang Lie, who had joined forces with others to kill a Zhao monk, landed on the ground. He glanced around the battlefield, and of course he saw that he had won the battle, and he was overjoyed.
However, when he saw the Empress of Shang Dynasty, Huang Lie's face fell. He walked quickly with his sword in hand and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, as the commander-in-chief, I let you command the army in battle, not charge into battle. This kind of thing It’s best not to happen again!”
It is too dangerous. The previous situation scared him enough. Once something happens to the coach Shang Chaozong, it may not be Zhao Jun who is defeated, but Zhao Jun who takes advantage of the situation to pursue him. Once Nanzhou's power collapses, what will happen to him? The influence of Dazen Mountain can be imagined.
When he was chasing after him, he had witnessed with his own eyes the man who had been killed by Shang Chaozong, flipping over on his back among the rebels. How could he not be afraid
When a chariot stopped, Shang Shuqing jumped out. Seeing her brother and sister-in-law covered in blood, she couldn't calm down and was speechless for a moment.
Her previous nervousness and fear turned into the strength to beat the drums desperately, and now her arms were shaking due to excessive exertion.
From behind, Lan Ruoting, protected by several monks, ran over on horseback.
Lan Ruoting jumped off his horse, his legs became weak, he staggered and almost lost his balance.
After learning about Shang Chaozong's decision and witnessing Shang Chaozong charging into battle, he was so frightened that his legs went weak. His scalp was still numb at this time. Again, it was too dangerous!
"The prince is injured, hurry up!" After noticing the injury on Shang Chaozong's arm, Lan Ruoting yelled and quickly called the monks for first aid.
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"Victory?"
On the northern front, Gong Lince, who received the battle report and checked it, raised his head blankly and looked at Meng Shanming. The sudden victory made him a little unbelievable.
Meng Shanming had no expression on his face and nodded slightly, "Your Majesty will not lie about the battle situation, you can't be wrong! Zhao's offensive and defensive line has been broken by Your Majesty, and Pang Teng on the opposite side will have to deploy a large number of troops to block the interception, otherwise the Zhao Kingdom's internal We will face the long march of the prince's army. Pang Teng cannot bear the consequences, and neither can the Zhao court! One move can affect the whole body, and as soon as the defensive force on the opposite side is loosened, it will be our turn to launch a full-scale counterattack."
Although Shang Chaozong is the coach of Yan State this time, it is the main force of Zhao State led by Pang Teng who is facing Meng Shanming. To a certain extent, Pang Teng obviously regards Meng Shanming as the biggest threat. Shang Chaozong A minor threat in his eyes.
"Okay! With a small number and a large number, we only used 500,000 troops to defeat Zhao's millions of elites in one fell swoop. It was a head-to-head encounter. Prince Yong fought beautifully!" Gong Lince praised with joy. He couldn't help but feel happy. , Nanzhou, the power that can control Yan State, will soon be under his control. If he can keep it, he will naturally be happy.
But Meng Shanming couldn't be happy. The same thing happened. Shang Chaozong took such a dangerous move in order to win. He heard that he was injured. He was frightened. He was even angry at Shang Chaozong's reckless behavior in eagerness for success.
However, we have to admit that the battle between Shang Chaozong played a decisive role in the fierce battle between the two countries.
The victory of this battle penetrated Zhao's offensive and defensive lines, and a large gap appeared in Zhao's defense line. Zhao's offensive would soon turn into defensive. This was a huge change in the situation between the enemy and ourselves.
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"Great Governor! The last general deserves death!"
In the military tent of the General Governor of the State of Zhao, Zhao Yanxing came. He took off his helmet, and his body in battle armor knelt down like a mountain of gold toppling over a jade pillar. He kowtowed and fell to the ground, whimpering and choking.
The generals standing on both sides all looked very ugly. They all knew what Zhao Yanxing's defeat meant, and Zhao Yanxing himself didn't know it.
Millions of elite troops were lost like this, and the remnants of troops gathered afterwards were defeated and only tens of thousands of people were left, a heavy loss!
"You..." Pang Teng was trembling with anger, pointed at him for a long time, and then said in pain: "I have used you so highly, but you dare to underestimate the enemy so much. Millions of men and horses were wiped out in an instant, and you mistakenly mistakenly mistakenly mislead me, Zhao, no! How can I tell the whole Zhao army and the whole army of killing you? Come here, drag them out and kill them!"
Immediately, executioners rushed in like wolves and tigers, picked up Zhao Yanxing who was kneeling on the ground, dragged him up and left.
"Wait a minute!" A general stood up and begged: "Grand Governor, when the two countries are fighting, it is the time to employ men. It is not appropriate to kill the generals in the middle of the battle. I hope that the Grand Governor will retain the men and let Zhao Yanxing redeem his sins so that..."
"Behead!" Pang Teng interrupted angrily, grabbed a command arrow from the case and threw it.
The military orders were like a mountain, and the generals looked miserable as they watched Zhao Yanxing being dragged out for execution.
Zhao Yanxing, who was dragged out, burst into tears and said nothing. He was too embarrassed to plead for mercy.
Not long after, Zhao Yanxing's bloody head was brought in on a tray and handed over.
The monks who were watching were secretly sighing. Normally, a general of this level could not be killed by anyone who wanted to, but the cruelty on the battlefield could only be done with a single blow, and the person who killed him had no temper. Especially the monk who rescued Zhao Yanxing, finally managed to snatch him back, only to find that he had sent Zhao Yanxing to death at the knife's edge.
Pang Teng waved his hand and signaled the troops to be withdrawn, and began to discuss with the generals about the redeployment of troops. There was no other way, the Shang Chaozong's army was already advancing into the hinterland of Zhao State, and if they could not be stopped, there would be chaos within Zhao State.
PS: A branch of red apricot comes out of the wall! Thanks to "Brother Cangshui" Xiao Honghua for the encouragement.