The Liao army's heavy cavalry turned around and rushed back, while the Zhou army's heavy cavalry to the north covered their backs and fought. The roar of killing was deafening.
Yelu Xiu'ge turned around and rushed due west, while a large number of Zhou troops rushed south in groups, with the sound of cavalry and archery popping out, and arrows flying in the air like locusts.
The roaring noise made people's ears buzz. Yelu Xiu'ge looked around and could no longer control the situation. Horsemen were charging and surging everywhere. Large tracts of Liao troops were divided into countless groups by the rushing horses. The battlefield was full of movement but no one could break through. Layers of cavalry were like whirlpools in the sea, circling and flowing.
Looking to the southeast, the Zhou army's cavalry and infantry had already come over from the canal. The infantry and cavalry mixed together, forming a large melee of troops and horses.
Tens of thousands of people were fighting in the middle, and the crowds were getting denser and denser. The cavalry was turning around and around and could hardly move forward.
Yelu Xiu'ge frowned, his eyes widened, and his bloodshot eyes seemed to be able to kill people. I was not convinced that the first tiger general of the Liao Dynasty was trapped in the chaos of soldiers. I felt unwilling and humiliated, and I was also sad because the separated Liao army was surrounded by enemies and was being slaughtered with despicable and unfair means.
Yelu Xiuguo had no idea what to do at this time. The military order could not be issued within a radius of 100 steps.
He led a heavy cavalry to the west and encountered a group of Zhou cavalry coming towards him. They were met with a downpour of arrows. The Liao cavalrymen were like hedgehogs.
Yelu Xiuguo raised his whip and pointed south, and the soldiers followed him and turned a big corner, galloping on horseback, with the Zhou army on the right following behind. Both sides shot at each other on horseback, and people kept falling off their horses.
Yelu Xiuguo led a group of elite cavalry to make a detour to the rear for a while, and seeing that the Zhou army chasing them from the east was weak, he decisively made a detour to the east again. With the clanging of swords, spears, and armor, Yelu Xiuguo's elite cavalry killed many Zhou cavalrymen, opening a gap, and a group of people and horses immediately rushed out like a whirlpool of molten steel bursting a dam.
The wind whistled in his ears. When Yelu Xiu looked back, the situation on the battlefield was unbearable to look at. Large groups of soldiers and horses were trapped in the chaos, running around like frightened ants, and the Zhou army was chasing them. Wherever he looked, the whole field seemed to be a scene of killing.
Looking back, the setting sun, which had half set over the mountain, appeared blood red, as if it had been dyed red by blood.
Yelu Xiu's mind went blank. He couldn't believe the situation at the moment. It was just like a nightmare. With so many people killed, including elite soldiers in the palace, how could they survive? He couldn't imagine what the consequences of this battle would be.
Suddenly, a faint voice came from the wind: The elite soldiers who escaped are from the side of the Khitan general Yelu Xiu'ge.
He then discovered that a group of horses were advancing westwards from the right rear. Although the horses were not heading towards him, they were clearly targeting him. The rear guard wanted to encircle him from the right wing.
Yelu Xiu'ge led his men in a gallop, and as they moved a little further away from the roaring battlefield, the clanking sounds of the heavily armored cavalry gradually became more obvious.
After entering the battlefield, the elite cavalrymen and horses around Yelu Xiu'ge were all in armor. The heavy cavalry showed obvious signs of slowing down after running for a while, and the Zhou army slowly caught up on the right wing. Although the Zhou cavalrymen were wearing shiny armor in the setting sun, they only had some light leather armor on their horses. As long as the horses were not in armor, they were considered light cavalry, and they ran faster than the heavy cavalry carrying iron armor.
Bang, bang, bang! Ah! There were sounds of strings and screams coming from the back. The troops behind had already started fighting with the Zhou army that was approaching.
The Zhou army's vanguard was still running parallel to the right. Yelu Xiuguo kept turning his head to watch, knowing that the Zhou army's cavalry had also discovered the speed difference and intended to overtake from the north and then intercept them by outflanking.
Yelu Xiu'ge did not dare to turn left. Turning left to the south, there was no way to go.
Yelu Xiuguo made a quick decision and shouted. He turned his horse to the right, and the soldiers followed him and headed straight to the Zhou army in the north.
At this time, the cavalrymen around Yelu Xiu'ge had scattered and died, and there were probably only two or three hundred left.
Third brother, your brothers will avenge you. Amid the sound of horse hooves, a loud shout was heard.
The Zhou army's horses shouted again: Revenge for the people of Hebei!
After a while, the two armies came into close combat. The Zhou army had a large number of soldiers and rushed forward madly. Suddenly, swords flashed and blood flew everywhere.
A Liao cavalryman went up and saw that a comrade in front of him had been stabbed twice and slashed by a saber. The blood was so gushing that the faces of people a few steps away were splattered with blood. He was stunned when the Zhou cavalrymen rushed over. The war horses passed by each other, and the weapons collided with a sharp sound. A moment later, another Zhou cavalryman rushed over and swept across with a saber. The knife flashed like lightning, too fast. Before the Khitan man could react, the blade had swept across his neck with a swish.
A large number of Zhou cavalry rushed forward and surrounded the remaining Liao soldiers in an instant. The Liao cavalry could not rush out, and even the horses could not run, as they were squeezed more and more densely.
"Go!" Yelu Xiu'ge shouted angrily.
The Liao cavalry shouted and rushed forward, but they couldn't run at all, the horses and people were blocking them. They stared at the scene not far away with their eyes wide open. A group of Zhou soldiers, some on horseback and some off horseback, were pulling a Liao soldier off his horse, and the spears and sabers were stabbing at the man frantically, and the screams in the crowd were lung-breaking.
Arrows fell overhead like hail, and the surrounding Zhou army rushed forward madly, creating a situation of mountains of swords and seas of fire.
Marshal, let's surrender.
The grassland gods have abandoned the Great Khitan. We are finished.
At this moment, the Zhou army's horsemen and those on the ground had already rushed in front of them in a chaotic manner, and densely packed spears were stabbing towards this side. The screams of people and the neighing of horses were deafening.
Yelu Xiuguo suddenly felt that his seat was empty, and his warhorse suddenly neighed and knelt on the ground, and he immediately rushed forward. With a clang, golden stars appeared in front of his eyes, and when he opened his eyes, a knife whistled above him. Without thinking, Yelu Xiuguo drew his scimitar and swung it up, and his tiger's mouth suddenly felt numb.
At this moment, a long-handled iron knife stabbed towards his chest. Yelu Xiu'ge was confused and his body immediately turned to the side. His chest was hit with a bang and he felt breathless. However, the inclined surface formed after turning to the side made it impossible for the iron blade to gain leverage, and it slid to the back along the armor.
But a moment later, a kick came towards his abdomen. Yelu Xiuge was kicked so hard that he fell backwards to the ground. A horse-faced man jumped up and stepped on his hand, causing a sharp pain.
Yelu Xiu'ge gritted his teeth and didn't even groan, staring at the man fiercely. It was a big man with a horse face, with a fierce look on his face, staring at him too.
The horse-faced man threw away the long-handled iron knife in his hand and drew a sword from his waist. He stepped forward and tore off the helmet on Yelu Xiu'ge's head, and then grabbed the hair around his bald head. Yelu Xiu'ge was in pain and annoyed, and could no longer resist. He spat bloody saliva on the horse-faced man's face.
The horse-faced man cursed, grabbed Yelu Xiu'ge's hair with his left hand, and stabbed his neck with the sword in his right hand. Yelu Xiu'ge gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, waiting for everything to end.
Unexpectedly, he felt a pain on his neck, and the horse-faced man did not stab with his sword, but loosened his hand and said: Capture him alive and bring him back to sacrifice to my third brother.
Yelu Xiu'ge was immediately held down by a group of men and tied up without any explanation.
At this time, the remnants of the Liao army had completely lost their resistance. Some of them knelt on the ground, raised their hands high, and then crawled down to worship, loudly begging for mercy. The Zhou army was bloodthirsty and stabbed anyone they saw. The crowd was like a Shura field. The Zhou soldiers were like crazy, slashing and stabbing the Liao soldiers everywhere, and the desperate screams were unbearable to hear.
Yelu Xiu'ge was tied to a horse and taken away, and soon returned to the original battlefield.
The sun had already set, and there was a patch of orange-red clouds in the sky, like blood. The scene was even more horrible, with corpses everywhere, and in some places the bodies were piled up.
On the messy battlefield, the chaotic soldiers had stopped fighting and were simply slaughtering some tribal soldiers who dismounted from their horses and weapons and surrendered. However, they were hacked and killed like animals by the Zhou cavalry and were chased everywhere.
Amidst the pile of corpses, a Liao soldier had arrows stuck in his back, and he was crying loudly while crawling in a pool of blood. A Zhou soldier rode his horse and came running over, but he turned around and reined in his horse, jumped off and ran to the crying Liao soldier, holding his head with one hand and holding up his iron sword with the other. The blood splashed in the air from the sword, merging into the clouds in the sky.
On the gloomy ground, a group of dark shadows of people and horses were roaring and running. The cavalrymen pulled their bows together as if they had discussed it beforehand. A running man not far away suddenly seemed to have a bunch of thorns on his back and fell forward to the ground.
Ah, Yelu Xiu'ge looked towards the sky, then suddenly raised his head and howled loudly.
The tears in my eyes flowed down my face along with the blood. The most painful thing in the world is nothing more than this. The horror and pain of the eighteen levels of hell are nothing more than this.
Ah, he yelled again, his voice hoarse, like a beast caught in a trap, the roar of anger and despair was terrifying
These elite Liao soldiers, warriors who had fought in hundreds of battles and once roamed the grasslands, were now being slaughtered in a foreign land, with their bodies scattered all over the ground. Yelu Xiuguo knew that it was difficult to shirk responsibility for all this. Tens of thousands of people became ghosts in one day, and Yelu Xiuguo felt ten thousand times more uncomfortable than dying.
His hair was disheveled, his arms were tied behind his back, his whole body was shaking, and he suddenly fell off his horse. The Zhou cavalrymen who were guarding him immediately surrounded him. Yelu Xiu'ge did not run away, but knelt on the ground, facing the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood, with his head raised and his mouth wide open, unable to shout out, he looked like a fish out of water and dying.