Pei Ziyun's face was spattered with blood. When he caught a glimpse of the captain, he turned a corner and rushed forward without saying a word.
In just three breaths, he rushed to the captain. The surrounding soldiers couldn't help but move away in fear. The captain shouted, raising his knife to chop.
The sword flashed, and the captain's head flew out.
Pei Ziyun showed no expression and led his troops to continue charging into the formation of new recruits, killing everyone in the front and sprinting towards the rear.
There are still 100 meters to go.
The long knife cut through the air, and the recruits finally collapsed. They dropped their weapons and shields, and ran away crying. The cries and howls filled everyone's eardrums.
In this terrible situation, many people even lost their minds and wanted to leave at all costs, and even brandished swords against their own people.
The county soldiers looked at it dumbfounded. Pan Hu was surprised and drew his sword: "Go forward, kill the enemy, kill!"
The county soldiers were new soldiers and could only fight with the wind, but at this time they only needed to fight with the wind. One thousand and five hundred county soldiers shouted and rushed forward, further increasing the panic of the Ji army.
The cavalry had rushed to the end and completely penetrated the enemy formation.
"Keep the formation, gather together, and charge with me!" Pei Ziyun turned the horse's head. After a long period of military training, the remaining cavalry quickly formed an array behind them.
Pei Ziyun glanced at Zhao Yuan in the middle camp and roared: "Charge with me."
The horses neighed, their hooves kicked up dirt, splashing on their bodies, the sound of their hooves shook the entire battlefield, and they rushed into the enemy's formation instantly.
In reality, the biggest weapon at this time is no longer the sword, but the heavy impact force and trampling.
The fallen soldiers were trampled to pieces amidst the screams. The sword flashed, and any resistance in front turned into splashes of blood. Like a meat grinder, there was no one to fight against, and the entire enemy formation collapsed.
"No... stop... I'll reward you with a hundred taels... no, promotion to the third level!" Facing the charge, Zhao Yuan suddenly realized that there might be a reason why he couldn't be promoted. Fear struck his heart and he let out an incoherent howl. He couldn't bear it. He drove his horse back and retreated.
"The personal barracks, on top!"
The soldiers still stepped forward, and the shield was set up in front of him, covering him in shadow.
"Spear." Pei Ziyun leaned down, picked up the spear from the ground, and threw it towards the shield. The spear shot through the air and shattered the solid shield instantly, tearing it into pieces like a piece of paper.
Zhao Yuan finally couldn't bear it any longer and suddenly changed direction and fled, ignoring the instant disappointment and disdainful looks from his own soldiers.
"Kill!" The cavalry easily tore through the last line of defense and rushed towards Zhao Yuan.
"The stars have changed!"
After using the third and highest level technique, Pei Ziyun felt his whole body relax, and the military aura that had been tightly bound on the battlefield suddenly seemed to be much lighter.
Although he is not yet able to use Taoism on others, he can already use it on himself and his horses to this extent.
"Strengthening technique!" Pei Ziyun patted the horse with his hand, and heard a "crack" sound. The horse neighed and accelerated instantly.
After just a few breaths, he was already halfway there. Zhao Yuan realized that he had no way to escape, so he turned his horse back, looked at the charging Pei Ziyun, and roared: "Go to hell!"
Hearing the enemy's cry of despair, Pei Ziyun nodded indifferently. In the next moment, the sword flashed, Zhao Yuan's head flew out, blood spurted out several feet, and the headless corpse fell.
"The enemy general is dead, and those who surrender will not be killed!" Pei Ziyun raised his arms and shouted.
"The enemy general is dead, and those who surrender will not be killed!" The entire cavalry followed and shouted, followed by all the people on their side shouting together.
Following this call, the Ji army, which had already collapsed, kept kneeling down and surrendered in large numbers.
Pei Ziyun just took a breath, looked at the long sword, and shook his head slightly. The Bailian long sword was already full of cracks and gaps. He immediately removed the armor and dropped the long sword. The gap was no longer usable.
There was a thunder in the sky, and at some point the dark clouds gathered, and some rain fell. Pei Ziyun was not surprised but overjoyed, and he greeted the rain with his face, washing away all the blood.
The rain is pouring down, the battle is over, but the killing is not over yet. The stumbling steps of cleaning the battlefield are coming and going. Armored soldiers are wearing raincoats, dragging corpses, separating comrades from the enemy, piecing together the bodies of their slain comrades, and putting them together in new buildings. The tent was set up and hemlined.
The air is filled with a disgusting fishy smell, as well as looming moans one after another. The back and forth footsteps crush the lush grass, and the moans are constantly being touched. This sound is heart-stopping, accompanied by a silent dripping sound. The trickling red trickle down.
The rain keeps falling, the war is ruthless, and the killing of iron and blood is the theme of the battlefield.
Not far away there were prisoners digging a hole.
This is not about killing prisoners. For this era, if the enemy is slightly injured and still alive, but if he is seriously injured or disabled, there will be one result - to be solved on the spot.
Let alone the enemy, it is one of our own. If the medical conditions are poor, the result of serious injury may be a last-ditch attack or death in the tent.
"A gentleman doesn't go near the cook!" Pei Ziyun let the rain hit his bloody body and stopped watching. After a moment, Pan Hu armor, with a jingle when walking, saluted in front of him: "Master, all battlefield statistics have been released,"
"One hundred and seventy-one of our troops were killed and 360 wounded."
"The enemy surrendered 1,600, injured 600, died 700, and captured some."
"Pass my order. The list of soldiers who died in battle must be registered and reported to me as soon as possible. I will approve the document and increase the pension by one level. Those who have official positions will also be awarded one-level official positions."
This was a gesture of generosity to the court, so there was no hesitation, and he added: "The weather is getting hotter. You find the body, wash it, transport it back to the county, find a good place to bury it, and set up a monument. You can do this immediately." I will approve the construction of a temple here to praise him."
"Yes, real person." Pan Hu felt pleased. This increase in pension was a generous treatment, and it was rare for them to erect a monument and a temple as a posthumous gift.
Pei Ziyun looked at the rain and the battlefield with solemn eyes, remembering that Xie Chengdong was the culprit of all this, and looked into the distance with half-squinted eyes.
"Xie Chengdong, you can escape the first grade of junior high school, but you can't escape the fifteenth grade."
"You have offended me repeatedly, how can I tolerate you? Don't worry, you will be next."
Pei Ziyun took a few steps, and the temperature of the rain seemed to become a little cooler depending on his mood.
"We must find a plan and fight back hard."
At this time, the last hit was basically completed, and the enemy's corpses were not treated so well. If they were deducted, they were piled into a pit and buried collectively.
The weather was getting hotter, and the plague would easily break out if not buried quickly. Looking at this, Pei Ziyun frowned slightly, seeming to be thinking, and took a few steps from time to time.
Suddenly, an idea flashed in Pei Ziyun's mind, and he smiled. Seeing that the battlefield was almost cleared, he ordered: "Go back to the county seat!"
Baoyang County County Government
There was an elegantly decorated house with paper-covered walls and a huge wooden barrel full of sewage. After taking a bath, Pei Ziyun got up and dressed. Although there were maids serving him, he was not used to it, especially with Taoism.
I saw that when I pressed my hand with the faint light just now, blood was flowing out from the wound. Since the time was short, there was no pus or blood yet. This was to prevent the weapon from getting rusty. However, because I was wearing triple armor, even if a weapon hit me, the injury would not be serious. Therefore, there is no need to sew up the wound with needles or thread, and there is no need to leave a small opening to drain the pus.
You must know that ancient weapons and arrow tips are not made of stainless steel and are very easy to rust. Too many soldiers were injured. They did not die on the spot, but died of high fever for more than ten days.
Pei Ziyun had to be careful and finished it carefully. The wounds were all cleaned up, and even the surface was healed, leaving only the red line.
When I went out wearing Taoist robes, I saw lush trees in the corridor and peach and pear flowers. Although it was raining, the spring was just right and full of vitality.
Pei Ziyun smiled, stretched out his hand to catch the raindrops hanging from the eaves, and the water bloomed in his hands. At this moment, an armored soldier came quickly and bowed to Pei Ziyun: "Master, Songyun Gate's convoy has arrived at the door."
"Coming?" Pei Ziyun said with a smile, "Open the door to greet us."
The county government is the core of power in the county, with the screen wall, gate, lobby, second hall, and Qinzhi Hall as the central axis. To the west is the study garden, and to the east is the flower hall courtyard, where three classes of Zaoli live.
At this time, Jia soldiers and Zaoli gathered together. Looking at the bullock cart, they knelt down.
Yu Yunjun took Pei Qianshi and Liao Qingye out of the car and was startled. Pei Ziyun stepped forward and said, "Mother, please come down slowly."
He said and took the lolita from Liao Qingye with a smile.
Liao Qingye didn't recognize the stranger either. He was hugged by Pei Ziyun and smelled: "Brother, you have a scent, but also a smell of blood."
Pei Ziyun listened to the words and smiled: "You are a very sharp little girl."
"Thank you for your foresight, otherwise the family would have been in great trouble." Yu Yunjun said as he helped Pei Qian down.
Pei Ziyun didn't say much about this topic, and reached out to touch Liao Qingye's head in his arms: "Master, Qingye is almost nine years old now and can practice Taoism. I plan to keep her in the door, Master? How about you accept her? , so that you can become our junior sister?”
Yu Yunjun smiled and looked at Pei Ziyun. Pei Ziyun's face was sharp and murderous, majestic, a little more resolute, but he had grown up. He said happily: "You can also accept disciples yourself, you are the leader. , What would it be like if I didn’t accept disciples? I don’t have time to teach, I can teach, but the title can be determined.”
"Accept a disciple?" Pei Ziyun was startled for a moment and looked at Liao Yeqing. Liao Yeqing was very cute and had a chubby face. He was very skinny compared to the first time. He looked at himself with some prayers.
"Are you willing to take your brother as your master?" Pei Ziyun asked.
"Brother, okay, master brother." Liao Qingye tilted his head and said, Pei Ziyun laughed: "That's it, Qingye, you will be my eldest disciple."
Pei Qian looked at it with joy on her face, but she was a little tired. Seeing that her mother was tired, Pei Ziyun said: "Mom, you have been tired from traveling and traveling. You have worked hard. Please rest first and take care of yourself."
"We will talk again tomorrow and listen to your teachings."
Pei Qian was worried at first, but when he looked at Pei Ziyun and saw that he was in high spirits, with long sleeves fluttering in his Taoist uniform, and no signs of any injuries, he felt relieved and said with a smile: "You have something to take care of, just do it, and I'll take a rest."
"Master, you go make arrangements for the Taoist temple. I still have some things to deal with." Pei Ziyun said as he remembered something.
Hearing the murderous intent behind these words, Yu Yunjun suddenly understood and said, "Okay, I'll make arrangements right away."
After the people left, Pei Ziyun looked gloomy and ordered: "Go and tell the county magistrate to come up."
(End of chapter)