The battlefield was filled with the roar of cannons, and the battlefield in the mountains was a complete tragedy. Li Yiyin couldn't believe his eyes: This is witchcraft
Yang Gun, who was standing aside, was also stunned. He suddenly knelt on one knee, muttering something in Khitan, which seemed to mean it was over, over.
Li Yiyin shouted: Quickly tell everyone to leave, go, go
Someone around him hurriedly responded: "Yes, sir." After a moment, the man asked again: "How do I pass the order?"
Li Yiyin didn't know. On the battlefield, a large number of people had been deployed in front of the battle. Even if the troops were not in disorder, a sudden retreat would likely cause a total defeat. Therefore, retreating in the face of a battle was always a taboo.
And now with the flags and troops in such a chaotic state, the military orders issued by the central army are difficult to reach the generals, and the generals are even less able to control their own troops; and sounding the retreat will only bring greater defeat and chaos.
Li Yiyin had more than 100,000 troops under his command, but at this moment he felt deeply powerless, as if a person had lost the sensation of his limbs and was completely unable to control his strength.
My hands and feet are shaking and trembling
Oh my god
He watched helplessly as a large number of troops fell into the Shura field and chaos, and watched for a long time, but there was nothing he could do. It was too late to change the tactics at this time, and even the gods could not do it.
The defeat was like a landslide, a complete defeat on the vast battlefield, coming so directly and swiftly.
Li Yiyin was in deep despair and could not extricate himself. He truly realized the seriousness of the consequences. This battle would not only destroy his troops, but also the foundation of the Tangut tribe. Almost all the strong Tangut men were concentrated on the battlefield. If the foundation was lost, there would be no chance for the future of the entire tribe.
He regretted: I lost my mind and did not carefully estimate the unbearable consequences beforehand.
Yang Gun, who was standing by, knelt on the ground, holding the yellow earth tightly with both hands, and remained silent for a long time. He seemed to have come to his senses earlier and realized the reality in front of him. He stood up from the ground, threw away the yellow earth in his hand, and reached for the hilt of the sword.
The mechanism of the scabbard made a slight sound. Li Yiyin immediately turned to look at Yang Gun.
At this moment, the personal soldiers rushed up and saved Yang Gun's arm, saying something loudly, and Yang Gun argued with them for a few words.
Li Yiyin asked: General Yang wants to commit suicide
Yang Gun had a painful look on his face, and gritted his teeth and said: "Xu Jun did not use witchcraft, but firearms. We have never seen firearms and tactics before. We did not understand this battle from the beginning, and we lost from the moment we attacked. Now, the defeat is done, and there is no way to change the fate of countless people who died because of my stupidity."
I am ashamed of the 20,000 Liao warriors on the battlefield, and of the trust placed in me by the Khan and Lord Xiao. Even if I return to the capital, the nobles and ministers will not let me go. Death is a relief for me.
The Liao army general behind him urged urgently, saying in a deep voice: Lord Xiao should protect General Yang. Moreover, General Yang needs to report back to the country about Xu’s tactics, so as to prevent the Liao army from falling into the same trap again.
Yang Gun was immediately persuaded after hearing this.
Li Yiyin, on the other hand, had a look of despair on his face, and even wanted to die. Everyone has the desire to survive, but a healthy person suddenly wants to commit suicide, because the consequences are so serious that he feels that his life is not important.
The Tangut generals also advised: If Lord Li leaves, your son and the leaders of the tribes will not be able to command the tribes, and the Tanguts will be in disarray and at the mercy of others.
Li Yiyin sighed deeply, looking at the vast and undulating scene below the mountain. The sky and the earth seemed to be filled with smoke and blood, and the earth was full of chaotic people. The sun in the yellow dust was also covered with a layer of shadow, and it was unbearable to look directly at such a tragic scene.
The people on all sides fled in all directions like panicked ants. The people in the middle of each formation fled backwards, trampling on each other, and Xu's army in the east followed behind and chased them.
Even the large group of cavalry on the northern hillside was squeezed and chased by the attack. Only the horses at the back and on both wings could flee quickly. The large group of people and horses were slowly falling apart.
Xu's cavalry had only more than 10,000 horses, but they were chasing tens of thousands of horses. The infantry behind them were also chasing, but they could not catch up for a while.
The situation is changing, and the crowds are surging
Li Yiyin was filled with regret. Why did the cavalry gather in the north? Why did the cavalry gather together to be destroyed by others' witchcraft-like firearms? He and Yang Gun had never thought that this would happen. They couldn't even imagine that Xu Jun's cavalry could stop the attack of tens of thousands of cavalry.
There was no need to order a retreat, because almost all the troops were fleeing. No one could stop them from escaping.
It was no different from an ordinary battle. The victory or defeat was not the end. There was still a long chase with ten times more casualties than in the battle.
The rear troops of the Dangxiang and Xi infantry threw away their armor and weapons and ran at full speed. The scattered troops had already run a long way. The front troops who fell behind were unable to run freely due to the crowd, and were in disarray and densely packed, and were killed by the pursuing troops, with blood flowing like a river.
Some people wanted to surrender, but they couldn't communicate in the same language. The noise was as loud as a thunderstorm, and no one could hear them begging for mercy. The people behind them shouted loudly and squeezed forward desperately. There was no order at all. People just wanted to run faster than others and didn't care about the overall situation.
Yao Erniu's accomplices had already rushed into the chaotic soldiers and were hacking and killing crazily. He followed them and saw two enemy soldiers holding down a pursuer of Xu Jun and hitting him with maces. He hurriedly raised his firearm, pointed it at the vest of an enemy soldier, and with a snap, he pulled the trigger from a few steps away. The man let out a scream and immediately fell to the ground. The chaotic soldiers on both sides immediately filled the gap and stepped on the man, causing him to scream, but he was not dead yet.
Yao Erniu was confused, and everything he saw was in chaos. Even Xu Jun was in a mess, and he was only focused on chasing and killing. After firing the gun, it was too troublesome to reload it. Yao Erniu quickly hung the firearm on his back, pulled the hemp belt on the copper buckle, pulled out the infantry barrier knife from his waist, and ran up shouting.
Unexpectedly, two enemy soldiers turned around and tried to fight with their spears, but the enemy soldiers were in disarray. Some turned around and fought, while others ran back, and they were unable to organize a decent resistance. Immediately, several soldiers of the Xu army rushed over, one hand pressed on a man's arm, their bodies almost close to him, and the other hand held a shield knife and stabbed the man's stomach desperately. The screams were simply terrifying.
Yao Erniu rushed forward with his eyes wide open, grabbing the one-handed sword with both hands and slashing wildly. He stumbled and fell, with corpses all over his feet. Occasionally he stepped on the ground, but it seemed like he was stepping into mud.
Yao Erniu knew that it was blood.
An enemy soldier who was running turned around and saw Yao Erniu rushing forward with a sword in hand. The leader had no weapon in his hand and stood there with his eyes wide open. Before Yao Erniu rushed to him, he screamed and stared at the bloodstained sword. In an instant, Yao Erniu saw his trembling hands and the fearful color in his eyes.
Yao Erniu bumped into the man's arms, and the sword in his hand pierced into the man's abdomen. The man screamed and grabbed Yao Erniu's shoulder armor to push him. Yao Erniu grabbed the handle of the sword with both hands and pulled it hard to the side, and the scream made his ears hurt.
Having fought in too many battles, Yao Erniu is now tense all over, but he is numb to killing. He kills enemy soldiers when he sees them because this is what he has experienced countless times, and he doesn't think too much about it.
The enemy soldier fell on his back, holding his stomach with his bloody hands, his red intestines flowing out from between his palms. The man lay in a pool of blood, his legs stretched out, twitching, and could no longer scream.
After chasing for nearly half a mile, the defeated soldiers ran faster and faster. Finally, tens of thousands of people were scattered in chaos, and the ground was covered with dense piles of corpses and half-dead wounded soldiers. However, most of them could not escape, and the chase would continue, possibly for several days.
Yao Erniu wiped the blood off his face. When he looked up to breathe, he saw soldiers rushing all over the mountains and plains. His ears were buzzing, as if he was in a dream.