A sharp sound suddenly sounded from the opposite camp, followed by rows of infantry passing through the front row of cavalry, half kneeling on the ground, ready to charge.
"Throw!"
Whoosh—the spear pierced the sky and descended from the sky in a semicircle. A group of birds happened to pass by, and they were immediately pierced by the dense rain of spears, blood was sprinkled from mid-air, and feathers were flying. The people's mouths opened wide in horror, and before they could scream in fear, they saw the rain of spears piercing the sky.
The ear-piercing wail suddenly rushed into the sky, like a desperate lament, soaring into the sky, and the war horses roared wildly in unison, like a lying beast.
"The whole army line up! Shock!"
In the bloody storm, Chu Qiao sat on the horseback, raised the silver saber in her hand, and rushed out at the head of the horse. The five thousand Xiuli troops followed behind her without hesitation in an orderly manner, no one hesitated, no one hesitated, although the young soldiers also showed a trace of fear and timidity on their faces, but no one flinched and fought timidly.
Guard He Xiao stood beside Chu Qiao and shouted sharply: "Brothers, don't let them get close to the common people!"
"Let's fight!" The deafening shouts followed, and the shouts made people's blood boil.
Opposite was a vast ocean, and the five thousand of them rushed over like a small wave, as if committing suicide without hesitation.
Everyone was stunned, the people of Yanbei who were screaming in despair, the army of Yanbei who watched from Long Yinguan, the elite soldiers and generals of Daxia, including Zhao Yang. No one could have imagined that Chu Qiao, with only such a handful of people, would dare to attack Zhao Yang's 100,000 troops head-on, facing a sea of swords and guns, like a cold hellish place. Suddenly, everyone figured it out, there was no danger for Chu Qiao to defend this plain, and letting Xia Bing rush to the pass would only drag the people into the battlefield. She made this choice to protect the innocent elders behind her.
Zhao Yang was slightly shaken, and his eyes became a little dazed. Looking at the Xiuli army who was getting closer and closer with their sabers, and the green-fur girl who was leading the charge, his blood gradually boiled hot.
"Soldiers! Is your courage not as good as a woman's?" The commander of Daxia shouted loudly, and the black ocean suddenly let out a deafening roar.
"The whole army is attacking! Go for me!"
"Kill the enemy!" The orderly charge horn sounded suddenly, and the iron-gray battle robes danced with the wind. The soldiers galloped forward and charged bravely, as if an angry ocean broke through the embankment, tearing a turbulent opening, covering the sky and covering the earth came whistling.
"Spread out! Formation!" Chu Qiao issued the military order, however, the so-called formation of the Xiuli Army turned out to be a long horizontal row facing Daxia's army. The team was so long, 5,000 people stood shoulder to shoulder, winding continuously, protecting the entire Longyin Pass behind them. The soldiers wore black battle armor, with fiery red cloud flags embroidered on their shoulders, shining brightly in the sun. They held their sabers sideways in front of them, controlled their horses with their legs, and looked at the cavalry formation billowing in smoke and dust, their faces as calm as a silent stone.
This is simply crazy suicide!
Dust filled the air, smoke was flying, and Daxia's soldiers and horses were getting closer and closer, so close that they could even smell the breath from the noses of the horses. Finally, with a bang, the two armies collided suddenly, a violent storm erupted suddenly, flesh and blood collided with white blades, the sound of weapons colliding resounded in the ears, waves of attacks came wave after wave, swords, swords, blood splash.
The close combat was as sharp as a terrifying night, blood filled the eyes of the soldiers, layers of corpses were piled up on the ground, and there was a buzzing in the ears, the sound of horseshoes, shouts, screams, cursing, The sound of the charge played a symphony in the ears. The swords clashed together, emitting a blaze of light, the wounded could no longer groan, and the fighting made them forget the pain in their bodies.
The ground was messy and slippery, and the snow water from last night's thin snow melted like a bowl of red mud. The saber was chipped, the spear was broken, the eyes were covered with blood, and the road and figure in front of him could not be seen clearly. There was only one belief left in his mind: kill, kill, kill! He kept slashing and killing until he exhausted the last bit of strength in his body.
Before leaving, the girl's words kept echoing in the ears of the soldiers: Whoever the enemy breaks through from the defense line is the sinner of the Xiuli Army!
If you have no weapons, then pounce on them and bite off the enemy's neck; if you have no horses, then grab their horse legs and drag them down together.
The fighting was fierce and brutal. He Xiao took off the cumbersome armor, and continued to look for the next target as if his eyes were red. The other Xia soldiers were terrified by his fearless appearance, and retreated timidly, wanting to leave his line.
The individual attack ability of the Xiuli Army is abnormally strong. Standing there alone is like a machine that never tires. The chest has been pierced, the thigh has been stabbed, and the arm has been chopped. They can still be tenacious Bleeding and fighting.
The officers and soldiers of the Xia army were shocked, they were not human, yes, they were not human anymore, they were a group of lunatics, a group of devils.
Zhao Yang gritted his teeth with hatred, it was like this again, it seemed to be like this every time. He didn't understand what kind of magical power that woman possessed to deserve those soldiers' fearlessness. Having such a strong soldier is the most elusive dream of all generals. Money, power, and deterrence cannot achieve it, but she easily achieved it.
The army drum sounded, and one army after another silently rushed towards the bloody battlefield. The military officers in Daxia couldn't figure it out, even if the opposite was really a solid wall, a gap should be knocked out, but why did the line of defense not fall down even though it seemed to be crumbling anytime and anywhere
The three vanguard heavy cavalry units were wiped out, and the five infantry regiments were also disabled. In front of the line of defense, the corpses were piled up more than three feet high, like a low city wall. From early morning to noon, the battle has no tendency to end, and the defense line has become stronger and stronger from the shaky beginning. Zhao Yang knew that Xia Jun was fighting cowardly. Facing such a crazy and suicidal attack, even he felt his temples throbbing.
The sky was gloomy, and the sun was gradually engulfed by dark clouds. It seemed that he couldn't bear to watch the desperate killing below.
Zhao Yang was even thinking, could this be Yanbei's trick? They deliberately sent such an elite force to paralyze themselves, break away from the pass, and then destroy their own heavy armored army? But if this is the case, why haven't people from their pass come to support until now
Zhao Yang couldn't figure it out, but his fighting spirit faded away layer by layer. Facing the Xiuli army who was desperately fighting to the death, Zhao Yang gradually became a little scared. Even if he wins, what can he get? The corpses of five thousand Xiuli soldiers? This is not a battle that can be easily ended. Killing Chu Qiao and eradicating Yanbei's most difficult enemy, this idea has become less fanatical at this time.
At the last moment when the sun faded, Daxia's call to retreat finally sounded slowly. The Xia army cheered in unison, and then receded like a tide.
And no one in the Xiuli Army had the strength to continue chasing them. Almost at the moment when Xia Jun returned to his outer camp, the soldiers of the Xiuli Army fell down collectively, as if they had exhausted their last bit of strength.
Zhao Yang quickly discovered the fighting situation, so he turned his horse's head decisively, ordered the messenger to blow the charge horn again, and rode his horse in the opposite direction from the soldiers, shouting loudly: "Soldiers, come with me!" rush!"
The Xia soldiers turned their heads in panic, only to find that the line that blocked them like an iron wall just now was no longer there. Some smart soldiers and ruffian old fritters suddenly understood that the Xiuli army had already become the end of their battle against an enemy twenty times their size. , at this moment, seeing themselves retreating, they finally fell down.
So, the army turned their horses around, followed behind Zhao Yang, and rushed over again.
"All the army, assemble!" In the cold north wind, a cold and calm voice sounded slowly, the voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.
Then, while everyone in Jun Xia was rubbing their eyes in disbelief, behind the wall of corpses, wobbly ghost-like figures climbed up one by one. Their clothes were tattered, their faces were pale and uneven, and the swords in their hands were all broken. They dragged their tired bodies and walked forward slowly, standing in their original positions, shoulder to shoulder, one, two, three, ten, hundreds, thousands...
Everything seemed to be a replica of the image in the morning, and the blood-stained soldiers stood up again, staggering in a long formation, looking as if they could fall down with a single breath. But when they stood together, their bodies suddenly straightened, like a forest made of stones, and the line of defense was once again as strong as a mountain. He Xiao stood in front of the people, swung his saber violently, and thousands of voices roared in unison: "Fight for freedom!"
It was as if there was a thunderclap in the flat ground, and everyone was shocked, without bugles or drums. Xia Jun all stopped involuntarily, and a terrible hopelessness suddenly appeared in people's hearts-we will not win.
I don't know who came up with this idea first, and then, this thought quickly spread through the entire army through their eyes. Facing the enemies whose clothes were torn and covered in blood, the soldiers of Daxia felt terrible fear and strong anger almost at the same time. tribute.
Zhao Yang stood at the front of the line, his face sinking like water. Looking at the blood-red girl's figure like a javelin, admiration surged from the bottom of her heart. Finally, Zhao Yang jumped off his horse, took off his helmet, and stood in front of the 100,000 Great Xia army, the 5,000 living and dead Xiuli troops, the tens of thousands of Yanbei people, and the tens of thousands of eyes in Longyin Pass. Deeply bent his noble waist!
The soldiers of Daxia also repeated this action. Facing the traitor army they had the most contempt for, they bowed deeply, and then almost repeated the enemy's charge call in unison: "Fight for freedom!"
Xia Jun left suddenly, the world was desolate and gloomy, and the autumn wind swept across the blood-stained grassland, everything was like a big dream.
The soldiers still stood where they were, and no one fell down again, as if they were afraid that Xia Jun would turn around and come back again.
Chu Qiao dragged a heavy saber, and walked forward slowly with a straight figure. Her steps were heavy, her face was as pale as snow, and her blue fur was stained red with blood. It was not known whether it was her blood or someone else's. The soldiers all looked at her, as if they didn't believe Xia Jun had just retreated like this. As she stood there, the wind blew through her long messy hair on her forehead, swept over her beautiful eyebrows and face, her voice was already hoarse, and her eyes were slightly red. Like Zhao Yang, she bowed deeply to her army and said in a deep voice, "Soldiers, you have won."
A broken cry suddenly came from behind, like an ocean that broke its embankment, getting bigger and bigger, it was the people who were protected behind them, at this moment, they finally rushed forward with tears streaming down their faces.
Under the leadership of He Xiao, Xiulijun bowed to her in return, and their sonorous voices merged into one sentence: "Your Excellency, you have worked hard."
"You have worked hard."
The sky was covered by dark clouds, Chu Qiao stood up, and shed two lines of tears quietly.