The infantry battalion of the Xiaodi Army was badly beaten, the flag had fallen, and the soldiers didn't know where to go. They were surrounded by enemy cavalry, and it was difficult to escape. Even more disastrous, they were met with the second wave of advancing Han infantry, and the close combat was unbearable.
On Guo Shao's side, the entire battalion of more than 500 people under the command of Wang had already been scattered, and the soldiers fled to both wings. Guo Shao and Yang Biao cooperated with each other, fighting and walking, and also wanted to follow the trend and escape from the failed area.
Yang Biao was seen marching in horse stance, swinging his heavy iron knife with great force, with constant clanging and screaming, and he was unstoppable. Guo Shao was not good at using long weapons, and he only had a shield knife in his hand, which was specially used to protect Yang Biao's gaps and blind spots behind him. The two had never fought together before, but now they cooperated in both offense and defense in the battle formation, and they had a tacit understanding.
At this moment, there was a sound of nails hitting the ground. Guo Shao felt as if his leg was hit. At first, he felt numb for a moment, and soon a sharp pain came from his leg. He looked down and saw a heavy arrow shot directly through his abdomen and stabbed into his thigh. He staggered and almost fell down. He stabbed the barrier knife heavily into the ground, and then supported his body and knelt on one knee.
General Yang Biao of Guo Shao immediately noticed that there was nothing behind him and turned around to hold Guo Shao's arm.
Guo Shao let out a breath and cursed: "You shot at so many people but you chose to shoot me?" Yang Biao asked: "Can you still leave?" Guo Shao said: "I'm afraid I can't."
Yang Biao put the long knife aside, took out the short knife from his bosom and bit it in his mouth, then lifted up Guo Shao's belly armor, took the short knife without saying a word, cut the arrow directly, and threw away the rest. Guo Shao was tossed with severe pain, and he gritted his teeth to prevent himself from crying out. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he spat out the blood in his mouth. The sweet and fishy taste in his mouth should not be his own blood, but the blood that splashed on his mouth when he killed someone just now.
I'll carry you on my back. Yang Biao said this in a positive tone, without any questioning tone. He directly grabbed Guo Shao's arm and put it on his shoulder, picked up the long knife and walked away.
At this time, the enemy and us were already intertwined, and we ran into the pursuers after just two steps. Yang Biao couldn't move freely with someone on his back, so he quickly threw Guo Shao off his back and fought with the enemy with a knife. After a while, when he came over, Guo Shao said: Brother Yang, go first, don't worry about me.
Heaven and earth are just polite words. The injured Guo Shao was not tired of living, and of course he didn't want Yang Biao to leave him and run away; but he blurted out those words, and he didn't know why he said them. Maybe it's like someone rushing to pay the bill, sometimes he doesn't mean it and doesn't want to buy it.
Unexpectedly, Yang Biao did not respond after hearing this, and really left. Guo Shao sat there, feeling very upset, but he did not blame Yang Biao. At the moment, the chaotic soldiers were fierce, the soldiers of the small army were fleeing, and the Zhou army around was getting fewer and fewer. If Yang Biao stayed to fight against the organized enemy army, both of them would die. Any wise person should make a decisive decision at this time.
Guo Shao struggled to stand up, but when he exerted a little force on his legs, his thigh muscles pulled the wound and the arrowhead in the flesh, causing a piercing pain. An enemy soldier found Guo Shao alive and rushed up to stab him with his spear, but his force was not enough, so Guo Shao immediately grabbed the spear head and pulled it back. The enemy soldier was startled and almost had his weapon taken away by Guo Shao. He hurriedly grabbed the spear and pulled it towards his arms; unexpectedly, Guo Shao immediately changed the direction of his force, pushed it forward, knocked the enemy soldier over, and directly took away the spear.
Seeing this, the enemy soldier did not move forward, but shouted loudly to the back, which soon attracted more enemy attention.
Guo Shao had a premonition that he would be besieged by more people soon, and he felt miserable. He was afraid that he would be chopped to death on the battlefield. Who did he fight for, and why did he want to stand out regardless of his life
At this moment, Yang Biao suddenly turned around again. He cursed for a while, came up and helped Guo Shao up: I saw that Zhou’s army started to counterattack. If we hold on for a while, there might still be hope.
I will never forget Brother Yang's kindness today. Guo Shao suddenly felt a little hopeful again.
Yang Biao said: We don't owe each other anything now.
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of enemy soldiers approached from nearby, and one of them was the first to charge with a spear. Yang Biao stopped talking and rushed forward. He turned sideways and slammed his heavy sword on the man's helmet, causing the enemy soldier to cover his head and scream in pain. Yang Biao took advantage of the situation and took a stance to fight the enemy soldiers who followed. Guo Shao gritted his teeth and followed closely behind, holding down the face of the fallen enemy soldier and finishing off the attack. He swung his sword and stabbed him fiercely between his eyebrows, shouting in fear with an almost crying tone.
Yang Biao swung his long sword and stabbed left and right, and no one could withstand his attack; Guo Shao protected his rear wing and nearby areas, and although there were many enemy soldiers, they could not get close.
But soon two bows were put on and arrows were raised. With two whoosh sounds, Guo and Yang were each hit by an arrow, but fortunately they were protected by armor and the wounds did not seem to be serious.
Seeing their unstoppable courage, the other infantry soldiers did not dare to move forward and just surrounded them from all sides. Because Guo Shao had a disability, Yang Biao did not attack alone, so there was a brief confrontation; Yang Biao's breathing was heard like a bellows. The long-handled iron knife in his hand might be a bit heavy, and he was exhausted from fighting continuously.
At this time, a general of the Northern Han army jumped up. Yang Biao picked up his long sword and attacked fiercely. The Han general hurriedly took up his sword to fight back. After several rounds of fighting, it seemed that he was quite skilled. The Han general's sword was too far away and he was very passive. However, Yang Biao was already at the end of his strength and was obviously not as strong as before. Finally, he caught an opportunity. When Yang Biao's stab was too powerful, he successfully dodged and rushed up immediately. The situation took a sharp turn for the worse. Long weapons were very difficult to use at too close.
Just when he needed the opponent the most, Guo Shao desperately rushed forward and intercepted with his sword. When the swords collided, the blades trembled violently. The sword Guo Shao held was a short weapon for self-defense, and it was light in weight, so it was at a disadvantage in the collision. Sure enough, the Han general took advantage of the situation and thrust his long sword forward, stabbing Guo Shao's left shoulder with the side of the sword. Unexpectedly, Guo Shao did not retreat but advanced, and took the sword with his armor, took a big step, and at the same time swung his right hand, and a half-foot short dagger flashed coldly in the air.
The dagger handle was flexible in his hand, and he was able to find the right direction. At the moment of thrusting, his wrist was clenched. In a flash, outsiders could not even see the action clearly, and the sharp tip of the knife had already thrust down. In an instant, Guo Shao moved like a rabbit and his body was like a sharp arrow. He did not seem like a wounded person.
Suddenly, the Han general's face turned pale in an instant, and he opened his mouth in fear, and the muscles in his neck contracted. Guo Shao's arm swung the dagger too fast, sweeping up a strong wind, causing the Han general's shoulder scarf to flutter, and blood sprayed all over Guo Shao's face.
There was a brief moment of dead silence, so short that it was almost unnoticeable. Suddenly, a large group of soldiers rushed over from all directions, shouting and brandishing swords and guns and surrounding them frantically.
Yang Biao's eyes widened with anger, and he pretended to sweep with his weapon, making a final struggle with his remaining strength.
At this time, there was a sound of tinkling and a wave of arrows came down, and the arrows with feathers stuck in the ground, as if a field of reeds had suddenly grown. Someone shouted from behind: The safety of the country depends on this move.
Guo Shao and others turned around and saw a black-faced general of the Zhou army holding a stick and weapon high, jumping on his horse and shouting, and a large group of armored cavalrymen behind him were speeding up their horses. Yang Biao was excited when he saw the reinforcements coming.
My god, Zhou Jun arrived just in time.
Seeing the Zhou cavalry counterattack in groups, the enemy soldiers surrounding Guo Shao and others turned around and ran away, not caring about anything else. Soon, countless Zhou cavalry rode up and passed by Guo Shao and others.
Galloping horses, nimble men, and beautiful spears, the Zhou army knights shouted and rushed forward bravely one after another. Guo Shao dared to swear that he had never seen such a mighty iron horse warrior in his life.
Guo Shao could not suppress his excitement for a moment. He supported Yang Biao and shouted to the cavalry: "Destroy the Northern Han, the Zhou army will win! Long live the emperor!"
The soldiers had no time to pay attention to the two blood-stained remnants. Only occasionally someone turned around to take a look, perhaps thinking that the two had gone crazy.
In this battle, the Zhou army turned defeat into victory.
Guo Shao and others withdrew from the battlefield due to injuries, but the battle continued until the afternoon. The Northern Han army was defeated, and the Khitan soldiers led their troops to retreat; the Zhou army continued to advance and annihilate the remaining Northern Han soldiers.
After the decisive battle, a group of wounded soldiers received help from civilian laborers who were conscripted to transport food and do odd jobs, and they were sent to the rear military camp for settlement.
The difficult day finally came to an end. When night fell, the air was filled with a faint smell of blood that could not be blown away by the wind. In just one day, countless people died. The Shanxi Basin Corridor has always been a bloody road for warlords to fight for supremacy. No one knows how many wars have taken place on this ancient land. Now countless living people have buried their blood and souls here again, just one more story.
Guo Shao was already very tired, but he was also a little relieved that he was still alive. Otherwise, he might have become one of the countless corpses, and then been hastily pushed into a mass grave and buried.
The arrow wounds and bruises on the torsos of the two were not serious, but the deeper wound was the arrow wound on Guo Shao's left leg. A small part of the arrow was not pulled out, and it had to be pulled out. After Guo Shao took off his armor, he hurriedly checked the damaged part of his belly that was shot through to make sure there were no debris or impurities in his wound. If it was not handled properly, the wound would become festered and infected. There was no medicine in this era, and the life that was saved after a narrow escape would still be over.
Next to the firewood pile, Guo Shao said: Brother Yang, today you rescued me from the pile of dead bodies.
Yang Biao glanced at him: It's even.
Guo Shao smiled bitterly: From now on, you and I will treat each other as brothers. In this world, it is difficult to survive without brothers.