Weird Three Kingdoms

Chapter 3481: Head Down and Head Up
Wu Ming was already covered in wounds. His left arm had been broken by a blunt weapon and could only hang at his side. The arrow shaft in his calf also made it difficult for him to move. The blood flowing from his chest had already stained his battle robe. Almost all the hussars around him were also injured, but even so, they still fought hard with Wu Ming, limping in the small space!

At the feet of these hussars were blood and corpses, like an insurmountable wall forged by courage and faith!
The strength gradually drained away from Wu Ming's body, making him feel a little dizzy, and even the enemy in front of him began to appear double.

There were shouts everywhere, and Wu Ming couldn't tell whether it was the Cao army soldiers in front of him who were shouting, or the hussars who followed behind. A hussar soldier who rushed up would fight side by side with Wu Ming and others, not caring how many Cao soldiers were in front of him, or whether there were people following behind!

Wu Ming and others didn't know whether they could win, nor did they know how long they would have to fight here. They only understood one thing, that even if they died here, they had to face the enemy!

In his blurred vision, Wu Ming saw a dark shadow rushing towards him. He couldn't see the face clearly, but the sword and gun in the dark shadow's hand were shining coldly in the fire and blood!

Wu Ming struggled to turn around and dodge the spear that the black shadow stabbed at him, then tried to clamp the opponent's spear with his broken left arm, but found that his injured arm could not exert any strength at all, and the opponent broke free, and his body was unstable and he almost fell to the ground.

A hussar soldier beside Wu Ming pushed Wu Ming with his shoulder, allowing Wu Ming to regain his balance, but he himself was slashed on the breastplate by the enemy, leaving a spark, and fell to the ground.

Seeing that the black shadow took a step forward, as if he wanted to trample his comrades beside him with his feet, Wu Ming quickly raised his foot and kicked the black shadow's opponent's lower crotch, which was exposed because of the step forward. Immediately, the opponent bent over in pain. Then he chopped the black shadow's neck with a knife, bringing out a puff of blood!

The Cao army soldier screamed and grabbed the sword in Wu Ming's hand and refused to let go. Wu Ming pulled hard, but it was stuck in the bones of the Cao army soldier. Wu Ming really didn't have much strength left, so he couldn't pull it out, so he had to twist it horizontally and fiercely, and warm blood immediately splashed and sprayed on Wu Ming's face.

"happy!"

Wu Ming wanted to laugh, but he could only let out a hoarse roar. He subconsciously swallowed the blood that sprayed on his face. The thirst caused by the loss of blood in his body had made him completely ignore the stench of blood. Not to mention blood, if there was a mouthful of mud at this time, he would swallow it without hesitation.

The last bit of strength in his body was almost exhausted, and what remained was the instinct for survival.

Suddenly, Wu Ming discovered that the opponent in front of him had rushed right in front of him, but was retreating!

The Cao army soldier showed obvious fear and stared at him as if he had seen a ghost.

Wu Ming's heart moved, and he stuck out his tongue to lick the blood on his face...

Sure enough, the Cao army soldier took another half step back.

When Wu Ming tentatively picked up the stumps on the ground with his knife and put them to his mouth to bite, the Cao army soldier obviously collapsed, shouting "ghost" or something, and turned around and ran back.

Perhaps the Cao army soldiers were really scared, perhaps it was because the fight had reached this point and the Cao army soldiers just wanted to find an excuse, or perhaps it was some other reason. Anyway, one of the Cao army soldiers shouted "ghost", leading the other Cao army soldiers to retreat. After a moment, the other Cao army soldiers also retreated one after another, which actually gave Wu Ming and others a rare chance to catch their breath!
The staggering hussars stood firm and laughed at the Cao army soldiers.

Cao's soldiers became more and more panicked...

During this brief interval, more and more Hussars rushed up from behind, one, two, three, and then they formed a queue and array. Wu Ming and others were gradually covered and shielded by the newly arrived Hussars, and then someone carried Wu Ming and others back for bandaging and treatment.

"Good man!"

"amazing!"

"Good job!"

Every hussar soldier who passed by Wu Ming and his companions couldn't help but praise them, and then walked forward proudly.

They were proud to have a comrade like Wu Ming, and they also felt that they would not let Wu Ming and others down for their perseverance and expectations, so they raised their heads and looked up!
To see whether a team, an organization, or a group has hope, perhaps you can look at the people at the bottom of the group. If these people have smiles on their faces and their heads are held high, then they are mostly full of vigor and vitality. On the contrary, if everyone is hanging their heads, shrinking their necks, and looking listless, then even if they have not collapsed, they are not far from it.

The soldiers of Cao's army are now all lowering their heads and shrinking their heads.

Even when Dong Zhao's orders turned into pleas, they still kept their heads down.

Everyone needs help from others sometimes in life.

But most of the time, people pray to the higher ones.

It’s like ancient humans were praying to the gods.

Dong Zhao had not prayed for many years. Even when he was in Shandong, he was just going through the motions to worship his ancestors and the emperor. Since he was very young, Dong Zhao knew that it was better to rely on himself than on others. He studied hard, recited scriptures, and mastered knowledge, all for the purpose of becoming an official one day.

When he was an official, most of the time, others would come to him for help, and he only needed to be responsible to his superiors. His superiors did not need Dong Zhao to beg them, but only needed Dong Zhao to do things, solve problems, or solve the people who caused the problems.

Dong Zhao did a good job in all these.

So Dong Zhao once thought that he didn't need to ask others for help, he only needed to ask himself.

So Dong Zhao also looked down on those who begged him, thinking that if he had known this would happen, why did he do it in the first place? If he didn't want to ask for help, why didn't he work hard? He thought that those who begged for help were lazy, stupid, and incompetent. But at this time, Dong Zhao turned his pleading eyes to the lower-ranking people, and begged his subordinates, those ordinary Cao army soldiers...

Dong Zhao begged the Cao soldiers to suffer a little longer, to be patient a little longer, to persevere a little longer, and to make more sacrifices, completely forgetting how he had ignored the lower-ranking men who had come to him for help before.

Before, he said that he was following orders from above and everything was arranged by the higher-ups. He was just a handling staff and he was innocent and helpless. If he had any questions, he should go to the higher-ups.

At this moment, his superiors could not give him any help, and only these "servants" in front of him were his real support!
Unfortunately, these "servants" of his, whom he mostly didn't care about before and who were even just numbers in his books, were now avoiding his prayers and looking at him indifferently, just like he had looked at these "servants" in the past with such indifference.

"The Hussars are all devils, evil devils! We can't fight them, we can't win..."

Seeing this, Dong Zhao's guards responded somewhat so as not to embarrass Dong Zhao too much.

"Ghost?! Where are the ghosts?!" Dong Zhao wanted to cry but had no tears. "They are all human! They are all human!"

"It was rumored before that the cavalry was the reincarnation of an evil spirit, eating human hearts and livers..."

"Yes, I really saw them eating people!"

"Drinking a mouthful of human blood will give you more strength, biting a mouthful of human flesh will heal the wound a little!"

"Yeah, I really can't fight you. I can't fight you!"

"..."

Dong Zhao closed his eyes and shook in pain.

He knew about the rumors, but before that, he felt there was no need to explain, and even thought that such rumors were beneficial to the rule and the unity of Shandong.

But now when he wanted to explain, he found it was too late.

The shrill cries from other areas of the Zhongtiao Mountain camp and the cheers of the Cavalry soldiers reached here at the same time and reached Dong Zhao's ears, and also made the surrounding Cao army soldiers look at each other in bewilderment.

A guard beside Dong Zhao finally couldn't help himself and fell to the ground, "Military Advisor! These cavalrymen are all reincarnated evil spirits! We can't stop them, we can't stop them! Military Advisor, retreat... while we can still escape!"

Dong Zhao was furious. He stepped forward and kicked the guard who was kneeling and begging to the ground. "My lord has entrusted me with an important task! How can I retreat so easily? If you cause chaos in the army again, I will chop off your head!"

The guard was kicked, but he didn't stand up. He just lay on the ground, still howling, "It's not that we didn't try our best! Military Advisor, look, how many of our brothers died? ! It's not that we are cowards and don't fight, but the cavalry are too brutal!"

"We can't retreat!" Dong Zhao howled, his usual calm demeanor gone, "There are still tens of thousands of elite soldiers in the Zhongtiaoshan camp, with bows and arrows and weapons. With unity, we can definitely protect the central camp! The Hussars are already at the end of their strength. As long as we can hold on to this wave of Hussars, by daybreak, the Hussars will have no choice but to retreat! Now we have no choice but to fight to the death, fight to the death!"

When everyone heard Dong Zhao's generosity, they did not seem excited, but just remained indifferent and silent.

"Ah?" Dong Zhao looked around and saw everyone's expressions. He begged again, "Just hold on a little longer! Just a little longer..."

Dong Zhao's words were interrupted by the howling of the messenger who came in hastily, "Not good! Not good! The Hussars have broken through the central camp! The Hussars have broken through the central camp! Our army is scattered! '

This shrill cry was like a torrent of icy water pouring down on everyone's heads, completely extinguishing the little flame of hope that remained in everyone's hearts!
The shouting in the distance was getting louder and louder, and getting closer and closer!
The guard lying on the ground rolled over, knelt down and hugged Dong Zhao's legs, "Military Advisor! It's too late! We must make a decision soon!" The guard didn't hug him too hard, but this time Dong Zhao didn't continue to kick him. After a while, Dong Zhao looked up to the sky and sighed, tears rolling down his cheeks, "I'm sorry, my lord! I'm sorry, my lord!"

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Just as the order in the Zhongtiao Mountain camp collapsed and the army lost morale and retreated, Cao Cao stood by the river to fight against Zhang Liao's troops.

Countless burning torches were stacked on the battlefield, the flickering flames illuminated the rivers and mountains on the side, making it look particularly desolate.

The shouts and cries of killing echoed in the night, mixing with the sound of the rushing river, making this originally ordinary night become unusual.

Cao's soldiers kept moving in the night, with teams of men filling in, and the wounded and dead were carried down like a stream.

Compared to the soldiers in the Zhongtiao Mountain camp, the treatment of soldiers directly under Cao Cao's headquarters is always better.

The stone cannons that were originally set up on the earthen plateau to surprise the cavalry army were few in number and not assembled carefully enough because Cao Zhang and Liu Fu were defeated too quickly. As a result, half of them have fallen apart due to the high-intensity projection.

No one repaired it, and it was too late to repair it.

All the craftsmen and laborers gathered at the remaining stone cannons and fired stone bullets desperately.

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In the darkness of night, although there was fire to guide the target, the stone cannon had no accuracy. The stone bullets thrown out could only reach an approximate range. No one knew where the stone bullets would fall, whether they hit the cavalry soldiers, the ground, or even the foreheads of Cao's own soldiers.

Starting from the afternoon, part of Zhang Liao's army arrived here and started fighting with Cao's army.

Many of the barricades erected around the area had been destroyed, and many of the trenches dug were only half-dug.

Cao's army did not have enough time to complete the deployment.

Lao Cao was helpless, but there was nothing he could do.

Unlike the Zhongtiao Mountain Camp and the Tongguan Camp, the battlefield here was not selected in advance, but was determined after the current situation. In addition, the number of manpower under Cao Cao is now much less than before, and the captured civilians and Shandong laborers have basically been squandered.

It is quite remarkable that it can be built into this state in such a short time.

However, for the Hussars, such defense is obviously not enough.

Under the firelight, the hussars were like a torrent, breaking through here and rushing to there. The tricolor flag appeared in the night, fluttering and rolling with blood and fire!

Arrows and crossbows from both sides intertwined densely in the night, as if there would be no end to them.

By now, the Cao army knew that if the cavalry rushed to Cao Cao's center, whether it was chopping down Cao Cao or chopping down Cao Cao's banner, it would mean the complete collapse of Cao's army. The general was the courage of the army, and losing the main banner would not only mean losing the power of dispatching and commanding, but also the morale of the entire army would collapse and order would be lost.

If Cao Cao cannot defend this place, it means he will not be able to defend the last few pontoon bridges, and the last retreat route of the Zhongtiao Mountain camp will be cut off!

Cao Cao held the center line, while Cao Hong attacked from the side.

Similarly, Zhang Liao of the Cavalry Army advanced in the center, Zhu Ling and Ma Yue attacked from the flanks, and the two sides fought in the wild at night. There were large and small fighting groups everywhere between the mountains and plains. One side tried desperately to break into and defeat Cao Cao's central army formation, and the other side tried desperately to stop the advance of the Cavalry Army.

This kind of fighting at night has always been the most brutal fight to the death.

Due to insufficient light and limited communication means, the formations of both sides could not be controlled. It was nothing more than a man-to-man fight, life for life!
The number of casualties on both sides is rising rapidly. Until it is finally over, no one can know how many people will fall in this desperate melee at night!

Cao Cao had already arrived at the front line, standing under the fluttering flag, with dozens of drums beating deafeningly around him.

One by one, the military school generals of Cao's army were snatched away, covered in blood, and passed in front of Cao Cao.

Many Cao's soldiers and generals breathed their last in front of Cao Cao.

Many of them were Cao Cao’s fellow villagers, Cao Cao’s clansmen, and soldiers who followed Cao Cao when he first started his army.

Cao Cao looked at the dead and wounded military school officers and generals with tears rolling down his cheeks, but his head was still held high, his short body stood straight, and his red and black cloak fluttered in the cold wind, as if it contained endless sorrow.

Another wave of attack by the Cavalry Army was resisted by Cao's army, but the soldiers on the Cao's front line were also badly damaged.

The remaining soldiers tried desperately to pull their wounded comrades back, but were stopped by the commander of Cao's central army.

The remaining military school generals were from Chenliu and were considered the core of the core of Cao's army.

The military school student was also covered in wounds, with wounds on his face, hands and legs. Some were wrapped with cloth, while others had not been bandaged. Their mouths were as cracked as a baby's, with flesh and blood squirming. He didn't know when his helmet had fallen off, his hair was disheveled, and he was howling and begging.

The military commander also felt sorry for him and looked back at Cao Cao.

Cao Cao lowered his head slightly and walked forward.

The defeated schoolmaster fell to his knees and cried, "My Lord! My Lord! We have tried our best! We have tried our best! There are 200 of us, but now there are less than 80 left! More than half are gone! Let them retreat, retreat and take a breath! My Lord! These are good men, good boys!"

The eyes of everyone around Cao Cao were focused on him.

The sounds of fighting, collisions, screams, and drumming all mixed together, as if they were going to completely cut, crush, and grind this piece of land and the lives of the people in this area into powder!
Cao Cao walked up to the defeated military school, helped him up, then straightened his crown, bent down deeply, and bowed to the ground!

"My lord! My lord, you can't do this!" The defeated military officer quickly avoided him.

Cao Cao pulled him and walked in front of the defeated remnants of the army, "You are all heroes and brave men! You should accept my greetings!"

Cao Cao bowed again.

The remaining soldiers who were wailing and crying gradually stopped howling and looked at Cao Cao.

Cao Cao raised his head and shed tears, "I feel pain for all of you who died or were injured! Some of you are my fellow villagers, some of you are old acquaintances of mine, and now you are buried in this river of yellow earth! How painful! How painful!"

Cao Cao beat his chest, "If you are fighting for me, I would accept it even if you retreated immediately, not to mention retreating to rest! But it's not the case now! You are fighting for the fate of the Han Dynasty! Fighting for the future of the country! Fighting for Shandong and the Central Plains, for our hometown! Cao can retreat, but how can I retreat for the emperor of the Han Dynasty, the Han Dynasty, and my hometown of Shandong? How can I retreat? ! ! ! !"

"I swear here! Regardless of life or death, all my parents are my parents, and all my wives are my relatives! As long as I have a bite to eat, all my parents and wives will have a bite to eat! As long as I have a robe, all my parents and wives will not be afraid of the severe cold! "

"The destiny of the Han Dynasty and the future of Shandong are all in your hands!"

"If this battle means death, then you all go first! Cao will follow soon!"

"If you don't die in this battle, then you will preserve the fortune of Shandong and enjoy wealth and glory! Bless your descendants!"

"This is my oath!"

"Heaven and earth can bear witness!"

The defeated general let out a long sigh, then kowtowed in front of Cao Cao, "My lord! I... bid you farewell!"

Cao Cao stepped forward, took off his cloak, and put it on the military school himself, "Don't let the people in Guanzhong think that there are no heroes in Shandong!"

The military school student's tears rolled down, but he turned back, raised his head and shouted, "Good men of Shandong! Follow me! Don't let the people in Guanzhong think that there are no heroes in Shandong!"