The sound of fighting outside the city was gradually drowned out by the wind, but the wails and screams were still heard endlessly. In Li Hong's eyes, if the Jinwu Guards were like a pack of wolves, they would immediately treat the enemy coldly after surrounding them. Words of ruthless killing.
Then the Pagoda Camp is like a shark, belonging to the larger alien species that cannot smell the smell of blood. The pungent smell of blood seems to make their nerves become excited, and they watch blood flowers scatter in the air, or tick. When on the face, it often makes the soldiers of the Futu Camp become more bloodthirsty, bloody and cruel.
In less than an hour, the Tang army outside Liujing City began to retreat into the city in an orderly manner, leaving behind a scene like wheat stalks being pushed to the ground after being harvested, and broken flags stuck diagonally on the ground. , swaying feebly with the breeze.
At the top of the flagpole, an unknown carrion-eating bird stood on it, flapping its wings vigilantly, with a pair of piercing eagle eyes, looking at the retreating figures of the Tang Dynasty army, and from time to time looking at the food left on the ground. The dilemma of knowing which piece to start with for a full meal.
All the horses that were not injured or killed were taken back to Ryugyong City by the Tang army. Some Silla and Baekje soldiers who were not seriously injured felt that there was finally no more fighting sounds around them, only the sound of birds flapping their wings and falling slowly. hour.
Then he slowly pushed away the heavy corpse on his body. His eyes were like those of birds. He lay on the ground and looked up and down, left and right, front and back, and then slowly propped up his body and looked at it with a dazed expression. The back view of Tang Dynasty cavalry.
The setting sun scattered in the vast open space outside the city, continuing to lengthen the shadows of the Tang Dynasty cavalry. Under the golden afterglow, the Silla and Baekje soldiers looked at the army that looked like gods descending from heaven, with flags fluttering, backs straight, and hands in their hands. Ma Shan still had a sharpness and gloominess that frightened them, and the thought that the Tang army was invincible and a devil suddenly arose in their hearts.
Looking around, on the desolate and bleak battlefield, there were some corpses piled high together. The top corpse suddenly rolled several times to the ground automatically, and then moved again.
The corpse on the bottom floor, as if trying to deceive itself, slowly stood up facing the setting sun and looked at the black figure within sight. The situation was the same as his own, and he looked past his companions with a dull expression. Then he slowly looked around blankly, and finally looked at the increasingly distant figures of the Tang army.
Occasionally, you will hear bursts of painful screams and screams, or bursts of miserable wailing, from around you or in the distance. The heart-wrenching cries for help cannot arouse the sympathy of these soldiers with intact hands and feet, but looking at those soldiers on the ground Because of the pitiful appearance of the companion who was writhing in pain, the other companions whose nerves had become numb all cast a sad and bitter look.
The soldiers of Silla and Baekje looked at the corpses of their companions who were being eaten by the birds. Finally, they bent down and picked up a long knife that had been curled or broken into two parts, dragging the heavy and staggering sword with it. He walked slowly towards the place closest to him where the heart-rending cries for help were heard.
When passing by unscrupulous scavenging birds, the long knife in his hand was just a few weak and symbolic waves, as if he was perfunctory with his soul and comforting his fallen comrades, saying that he had tried his best to protect your corpses.
The bird looked at their weak and slow posture, but flapped its wings symbolically twice, changed its position and continued to peck open the armor with its beak, and pecked again at the heart and neck of the deceased, where the donated blood was still left, and continued Enjoy your own meal.
The heartbreaking screams were getting closer and closer to him, and the sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer to him. Standing in front of the injured, looking at the injured's eyes begging for help and mercy, the intact soldier raised his head blankly. Starting, he slowly turned his head and looked behind him. The army finally arrived at this time, but all 30,000 people had been wiped out.
The soldier who turned around glanced at his injured companion again, and saw that the bloody hip bone that had been trampled by the iron hoofs of the war horse was stuck to the ground. He squeezed out an ugly smile in his eyes and said feebly: "Brother, send me. You're on your way!"
The long knife in his hand used all his strength. Like the other injured companions in this group of corpses, the long knife in his hand cut his companion's throat as quickly as possible, and the companion whose throat was cut, At the last moment, a peaceful and satisfied smile appeared on his face.
There were fewer and fewer screams, and more and more Silla and Baekje soldiers were able to stand up and look around blankly. As the large forces of the Silla and Baekje coalition stepped on the last ray of sunshine on the horizon, that day When a large group of corpses appeared in front of them, the uninjured soldiers had already actively assembled a battle formation of two to three thousand people.
Silla General On Junjie and Baekje General Xie Fulu looked at the two or three thousand defeated soldiers in front of them with disbelief and shock!
The two of them shook their heads vigorously at almost the same time. How is this possible! Datang's current strength in the city is only a little over 20,000. How could it be possible to use cavalry to annihilate all 30,000 of them outside the city
This is impossible, what on earth is going on with the scene in front of me!
The two people saw disbelief and shock in each other's expressions and eyes at the same time. Could it be that they had betrayed each other!
Impossible. Some of the agents who entered the city were from Silla and some from Baekje. The information they received was exactly the same. There was no way Silla had deceived us! What's more, of these 30,000 people, a full 20,000 are their army.
General Silla's expression turned even more ugly. The scene in front of him was more uncomfortable than letting him swallow a hundred flies alive. Twenty thousand people, twenty thousand people alive, could they be away from him for three hours? How come in less than three hours, all the living Silla soldiers turned into corpses!
"What on earth is protecting the Tang Dynasty? Do they have other armies?" Wen Junjie wanted to die. After a while, the civil and military king Jin Famin would come over with his soldiers. What should I do about the scene here? Report to the king!
"I don't know, I don't know, I can't lie to you. They are all our most loyal warriors in Baekje!" Xie Fulou also looked ugly, because the king of Baekje, Fu Yufeng, would also come here personally.
The two people with the same ugly expressions looked at the two or three thousand people not far away, their brows frowning more and more tightly. What should I do
What should we do with these defeated soldiers in front of us? Incorporated into other troops? But looking at their lack of fighting spirit and dull expressions of being frightened by the Tang people, joining the army would probably be counterproductive! It will only make the new army more fearful of the Tang people.
It was precisely because of the power of the Tang Dynasty that after this rare opportunity appeared, King Wenwu and King Baekje decided to personally sit in and go out to fight, in order to boost the morale of their soldiers, and in the hope that they would face the Tang Dynasty. When you are in the army, you can not be timid in your heart!
But now, it is obvious that the goal has not been achieved. It is not necessary to think about how these soldiers who were not killed by the Tang Dynasty survived. As generals on the battlefield, they can turn a blind eye at other times. Let these people return and be incorporated into other troops.
But today is different from the past. The king is marching in person. If they join, it will only drag down the 70,000 living forces behind him. Their fear of death and avoidance of war will also affect the fighting spirit and morale of other soldiers.
"Those who escape from the battlefield and are afraid of death on the battlefield will be killed without mercy!" Baekje general Xie Fulou said angrily with gnashing teeth, an ugly face, and a heart that was bleeding and regretful.
"General Xie, what do you mean...?" Wen Junjie frowned, with one hand already preparing to give orders to the longbowmen behind him.
"That's right! Leaving them behind is a disaster. Not only will it shake the morale of the army, but it will also make the king furious, and even blame you and me. The only solution now is to fight these people before the king arrives. The death penalty will be placed on the heads of Goguryeo and the Tang Dynasty, and it can also warn the soldiers behind them that anyone who dares to retreat will be killed without mercy!" The Baekje general's teeth were sore, but the only strategy that could be implemented at the moment was Kill these thousands of remnant defeated generals.
Giving the army behind him a warning before the battle also gave himself a way to escape punishment in front of the king.
Wen Junjie is not as good as Xie Fulou. Wen Junjie is a trustworthy and favored general in front of the civil and military king Jin Famin. In the 22nd year of Zhenguan, he went to the Tang Dynasty with the late king Jin Chunqiu. On the way back to China at sea, Encountering a Goguryeo patrol, Wen Junjie thought of changing clothes with the king to attract the attention of the Goguryeo patrol.
In the end, Jin Chunqiu successfully avoided the attention of the Goguryeo patrols, and Wen Junjie also returned to Silla safely after struggling with Goguryeo above Xiao Zhou.
Since then, Wen Junjie has become the most favored and trusted minister of the Silla royal family. For a time, no one in Silla could compare with his status, let alone his close relationship with the royal family.
After Jin Chunqiu's death, Jin Famin still inherited the late king's love for Wen Junjie and still relied on Wen Junjie.
Therefore, he was still a little reluctant to kill all these soldiers. The reason why he took the lead in ordering the archers behind him to draw their bows was because he originally thought that Xie Fulou wanted to capture these defeated soldiers, so he wanted to use his bows to intimidate and suppress those people. .
But I didn't expect that Xie Fulou, who was always eager for quick success and cruel, wanted to kill these people in order not to be reprimanded by the king!
Looking at Xie Fulou for advice, Wen Junjie, who was riding a tiger, sighed silently. Silla originally had 20,000 troops, and Baekje only had 10,000 people. Now they have to follow them...
"I know that General Wen loves his soldiers as much as his sons. Why don't you just close your eyes, General Wen, and let me do the rough work. And... without further ado, the king should be here soon. We need to hurry up." Do it!" Xie Fulou said with a cruel smile on his face as he helped Wen Jun figure out his idea.
"…Forget it! Those who shrink from battle should be killed!"
(End of chapter)