On the high chariot, the young man Yang Ye held the railing with one hand and pressed the other hand on the scabbard, looking at the scene in the wilderness with a grim face.
The sun was shining brightly overhead, the ground was dry, and countless people were fighting on the battlefield, causing dust to roll everywhere, making the vision unclear. But Yang Ye had many years of experience in battle, and could sense the turmoil and atmosphere in every corner of the battlefield. This situation was very wrong.
He felt something was wrong from the very beginning. This situation looked like an ambush and an attack.
As soon as the two armies clashed, the Zhou army seemed to be possessed by a demon, and they were very arrogant. They launched a charge from the left, right and center, and the Northern Han army became very passive. That scene was not like an army at a disadvantage. What Yang Ye could not stand the most was that the central line was penetrated at first, and the enemy army almost went straight to the center.
Cao Yangye cursed subconsciously and spat without caring about his manners.
He was really upset and thought: How can we win this battle when our troops are more than twice as many as the enemy's? We should wait for them to tire out, attack them when they are tired, and attack them when they are unprepared. It's already like this, how else can we win
At this moment, the war had been going on for less than an hour.
At this moment, the square formation in the front of the center suddenly collapsed. The central infantry and cavalry of the Zhou army attacked from the front, and a group of cavalry broke through the middle and attacked the front in a roundabout way; causing the Northern Han army to be divided and attacked from both sides. The formations collapsed, and a large number of chaotic troops rushed to the north in a disorderly manner. Several groups of Zhou army cavalry attacked fiercely in the middle, and the Northern Han infantry at the back was a local garrison, which was even more vulnerable. The defeat of the central army was unstoppable.
There is nothing else that Yang Ye can do except to curse. I am not a god, how can I prevent a large number of square formations from collapsing
The Zhou army's attack was fierce. The wind carried the cry of "Long live the emperor". The fanatical cavalry charged frantically. The thick smoke spread rapidly to the nearby area like a ball of fire. Feng Jinke, who was riding a horse nearby, shouted: "Commander-in-chief, I suggest that we immediately dispatch the cavalry on the left and right wings to block the troops in front. Otherwise, the central army will be attacked and the morale of the army will be shaken."
Yang Ye came down from the ladder and shouted: "Bring the horses!"
Feng Jinke immediately dissuaded him: My Lord, please do not leave the central army. I will lead the army to go.
Yang Ye still listened to the advice, and although he was known as Yang Invincible, he did not rely on martial arts to fight. No matter how high his martial arts were, it would be useless in the face of thousands of troops. So he ordered his deputy general Feng Jinke to lead the elite cavalry to resist the enemy.
But at this moment, the cavalry on the left and right wings were seen rushing back on their horses in a disorderly manner.
Yang Ye asked hurriedly: Who gave the order to retreat
Feng Jinke said: You are the commander-in-chief and you are in charge of the central army. If you don't give the order, who can give the order
Yang Ye stared at the herd of horses in the distance with wide eyes. Feng Jinke took a look and said: That is not retreating, it is being defeated and fleeing.
At this time, a large number of defeated soldiers in the center also rushed to the central army. In this kind of scene, the atmosphere of defeat would spread like a plague. The various camps of the Northern Han army were in turmoil, and the army had no will to fight.
A general came over with a horse and clasped his fists, saying: My lord, please get on the horse quickly, it's time to go.
Yang Ye seemed to be dreaming. He didn't believe that he would lose the battle, let alone be defeated so quickly. He was defeated directly and violently from the front, as if he, Yang Ye, was a vulnerable person. His face turned pale and blue, and he said: Where are you going
The general advised: "At this point, we can run away with the cavalry. We can get away." The infantry had no choice but to leave it alone.
Feng Jinke also agreed: The situation is over
Yang Ye finally realized the reality because he was the direct planner of this battle. He thought it was a sure win, but he lost like this. The psychological gap was too big and it was a bit difficult to accept for a while. But Yang Ye had to accept it, but the process was indeed very painful, especially for someone who was originally conceited.
You all have families, so hurry up and run away. The blame is not on you. Yang Ye sighed.
The general hurriedly advised: "My lord, as long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood. Help the lord to mount his horse quickly."
A group of relatives came up, grabbed Yang Ye, and almost pushed him onto the warhorse. Yang Ye got on the horse reluctantly, but his attitude was not firm. Then he was forced by his relatives to retreat northward. He really had not yet reached the point of sacrificing his life. Although he lost this battle miserably, victory and defeat are common in the military. The Lord of Northern Han would not do anything to him. He really tried his best.
As Yang Ye rode his horse north, he looked back. The battlefield was in chaos. The bravery and fanaticism of the Zhou army were deeply imprinted in his mind. This Zhou army was different from the Zhou army that attacked Jinyang a few years ago. Yang Ye couldn't tell exactly what the difference was.
In just a moment, he suddenly had a hunch: the Northern Han Kingdom was doomed.
However, the first to be destroyed were the Northern Han army on the battlefield. Once the central army withdrew, the already shaky Northern Han army completely lost its morale and collapsed across the board. Only the cavalry at the rear escaped with the central army, while the rest of the troops fled in disorder. No commander could withdraw the troops that had already been engaged in battle in a complete manner; the troops that entered the battlefield at the front were immediately killed by the enemy as soon as they withdrew.
On the battlefield, the Northern Han infantry threw away their armor and fled in panic, but their two legs could not outrun the four legs of the cavalry, and they were divided and surrounded one after another. A large number of infantry knelt on the ground and shouted: Long live, long live, long live the emperor of the Great Zhou!
Countless people who could not escape surrendered.
Shi Yanchao, Dong Zunhui and other troops led cavalry to pursue, but Guo Shao ordered not to pursue too far. The Northern Han cavalry ran very fast, and the Zhou cavalry killed them for several miles, but most of them could not catch up. They had to withdraw their troops, but they found several places where the Northern Han army had ambushed at first on the road. They were all below the horizon of the plateau and not easy to find. They seized a lot of tents and baggage in those places.
Guo Shao rode to the front line at this time. The troops were cheering for victory, the horses were running around, and a large number of enemy soldiers were captured. The excitement on the battlefield had not yet subsided. At this time, he found a tall chariot in the center of the Northern Han army, with a wooden ladder behind it to climb up.
Commander Guo Shao took a look and then rode over on horseback with a group of generals and their personal soldiers.
This kind of car should be used by the commander, and the commander of the Northern Han army is Yang Ye. Guo Shao thought: The Yang family generals are indeed worthy of their reputation, at least Yang Ye is quite talented. He also thought of the chariot that the Yang family general had just sat in front of him, and a very strange feeling surged in his heart. The thousand-year-old famous general was so close, and Guo Shao felt as if he were in another world.
He observed it for a while and found that the cart was just a wooden frame. He then jumped off the horse, threw the reins to Dong Er beside him, and under the watchful eyes of the generals and Wang Pu, he climbed up the wooden ladder holding the wooden handrail.
When we got to the top, the view was indeed broadened, and the vast wilderness seemed to be in sight.