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Chapter 117 My Tang Dynasty, Mighty
In Yang Xuan's view, the battle formation should be fierce and quiet.

Fierceness is the entanglement and fighting between the armies of both sides, while quietness is the strategizing of the generals of both sides.

Don't move like a mountain!

This is the element of the art of war.

But at this moment he wanted to move.

When the old thief was hit by an arrow, he wanted to ride his horse and rush over to kill those enemies.

Especially when the old thief rushed into the middle of the enemy army, this impulse was so strong.

"One will succeed and ten thousand will die," Suzaku said.

He knew he couldn't move.

The dozen or so cavalry he brought were the final reserve team. Once dispatched, the eyeing enemy reserve team would pounce on them, like a pack of wolves hunting their prey, and surround and kill them here.

but……

That's an old thief!
The old thief who pretended to be blind and squatted beside him, wanted to run away after finding out that the people from the Southern Zhou Dynasty were transporting gold, silver and jewelry.

That old thief who hides behind everyone when he meets a strong enemy...

This old thief is called Jia Ren, and most of the time he is timid and slippery.

But just before, this naughty old thief walked to the front line without hesitation.

What should I do!
Yang Xuan untied his long bow, stretched his bow and set up an arrow.

call out!
Arrows flew past like beads.

Those enemies who were hitting the formation fell one after another.

Yang Xuan knew that this would cause changes in the battle situation.

But he doesn't care!
He even looked forward to the full force of the enemy's reserves.

Let's fight!

Na Yin saw this scene.

As the general, he must respond.

He took a deep breath, "Get ready!"

The battle situation has entered a stalemate, and he either chooses to withdraw or fight decisively.

The escaped Tang army scouts will bring reinforcements, God knows how many reinforcements there will be.

So, this is the last chance!

Hundreds of riders gather.

The long knife points forward.

"Definitely!"

Yang Xuan pulled out the horizontal knife.

Someone behind him hurriedly shouted: "Yang Mingfu, what about us? What about us?"

Yang Xuan turned around and saw that it was Song Zhi, the official escorting the grain cart, and said, "For the sake of the Tang Dynasty, do your duty! Guard the grain cart and watch us fight."

He nodded slightly, then galloped forward.

"Second!"

Wang Laoer followed closely behind and pulled up the banner.

The Tang character banner is waving in the wind!
More than ten riders followed the big flag and rushed towards the enemy against the new wind.

No hesitation!

Song Zhi stared blankly.

"Master Song, come back quickly."

Someone in the convoy was shouting.

The head of the household department stared blankly ahead.

"Shout what?"

Song Zhi turned his head abruptly, and the little official who called him was startled by his flushed face.

The drivers and those accompanying the vehicle all held weapons and watched the battle nervously.

The battle is at a stalemate.

But Yang Xuan went up.

The two sides are rapidly approaching.

Yang Xuan stretched his bow and set his arrows, and people on the opposite side kept falling off their horses.

"He's a Condor Archer!"

Someone exclaimed.

Na Yin shouted in the middle: "Speed ​​up!"

Facing the Condor Archer, the only thing to do is to approach him.

The two sides kept getting closer.

Yang Xuan retracted the longbow and drew out the horizontal saber.

"kill!"

The enemy in front of him was cut down by him in an instant.

In the array, the enemy troops are attacking in turn.

The array seemed to be crumbling.

A death battalion sergeant was dragged out by two enemy troops.

He struggled desperately and howled.

"help me!"

But the enemy tried their best to stop him, and the sergeant was dragged out.

He was left behind.

He sat up in panic, struggling.But a leg injury prevented him from standing.He crawled towards the array with hands and feet.

The enemy general shouted on horseback: "If you don't surrender, he will be an example."

Yiqi rushed up and knocked down the sergeant.

He fell heavily to the ground, rolling rapidly.

The second rider rushed up.

The horse's hoof stepped on his calf.

"what!"

The sergeant howled miserably, hugged his deformed calf, and looked at the third cavalry rushing in horror.

"help me!"

He scratched the ground with his hands, desperately trying to dodge.

"what!"

One after another, the war horses rushed over, and the screams gradually weakened.

until oblivion.

When the horseshoes stopped trampling, there was only a puddle of meat mud left on the ground.

Yang Xuan, who was strangling with the enemy army, saw this scene.

"revenge!"

The cruelty of the enemy army did not frighten the former murderers, but aroused their anger.

Song Zhi's eyes were red, and he shouted almost like howling: "For the sake of Datang, do your duty faithfully!"

He held up the horizontal knife and ran towards the array.

The little official shouted: "Master, come back, come back..."

Another little official climbed onto the cart and jumped off.

"Where are you going?" the clerk asked.

The little official who jumped down drew his sword: "Be a man of the Tang Dynasty! Go and do your duty faithfully!"

A coachman climbed into the cart and jumped down.

And then another...

One man after another climbed onto the cart and jumped off.

The little official stomped and jumped down.

In front, Song Zhi shouted, "Let these barbarians see what a man from the Tang Dynasty is!"

Both sides who were fighting were stunned.

The people in the death camp feel that they are alone, so where did these people come from?

Someone glanced sideways and exclaimed, "It's from the team!"

"Wan Sheng!"

Song Zhi doesn't know how to fight, so he doesn't know when to form an formation at this moment.

He led a group of petty officials and coachmen, and just ran into it.

Lin Da had been exhausted for a long time, but at this moment, the strength inexplicably returned to his body.

He shouted, "Let these barbarians see what a man from the Tang Dynasty is!"

"Kill the enemy!"

The array moves forward.

The enemy troops in front of them retreated one after another.

"kill!"

The old thief was panting, and followed with a lame leg.His voice had long been hoarse, but he still kept shouting.

"Barbarian, let's see what a man from the Tang Dynasty is!"

Civilization was born on this land countless years ago, and generations of Central Plains people have created a splendid culture.They sow, they cultivate, they feed.They smelt, forge, and forge tools; they use morality to restrain everyone, so that this Central Plains operates according to a rule...

Their days are flourishing.

The affluent Central Plains has attracted the covetousness of wild wolves from other regions. They don't like farming, they prefer to plunder, using long knives and horseshoes to seize everything they covet.

So they rushed into the Central Plains and were undoubtedly beaten severely.

At that time, the Central Plains people contemptuously called them 'barbarians' and 'Rong Di'. In the eyes of the Central Plains people, the barbarians and themselves are from two worlds.

But as the power of the Tang Dynasty gradually declined, these alien races began to move around again, mustered up their courage again, and began to attack the frontiers of the Tang Dynasty frantically.

As one ebbs and another, the attitude towards these alien races within Datang gradually changed from contempt to fear.

Therefore, when Song Zhi yelled that barbarian, the former glory of the empire seemed to return again.

Everyone strives to be the first.

"Kill!"

Several waves of enemy attacks were fruitless, and they were already impatient.At this moment, he was counterattacked by the Death Battalion, and his momentum froze, and he retreated again and again.

If Nayin is there, then he can lead the reserve team to counterattack, suppress the death battalion's counterattack, and even defeat the death battalion's rash advance in one fell swoop.

But he was entangled by Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan led more than ten cavalry to charge and kill among the enemy cavalry. When he got out, he looked back and saw the death camp's counterattack.

"My Tang Dynasty, I am magnificent!"

He couldn't help but praise.

Nayin was furious, and cursed: "Those idiots were defeated by a group of criminals and coachmen. Go back!"

There was a sudden scream from behind, Nayin looked back, Yang Xuan was drawing his bow and nodding an arrow, as if the target was him.

Nayin shrank his neck, and the subordinate in front of him was hit by an arrow, and fell off his horse screaming.

"Stop him!"

More than ten horses rode behind him.

But Yang Xuan and the others from behind chased him too closely, and before they could turn around, they slashed with swords and spears.

Leaving behind the corpses of the soldiers and horses, Yang Xuan caught up with the enemy.

Before he could make a move, a large flag stretched out from behind, stabbed one person down, and then stabbed another person to death...

Wang Lao Er exploded, "He wants a head!"

This kid had heard that credits were recorded on heads before, so he took it seriously.

Yang Xuan shouted: "I'll give you the jerky later!"

Nayin in front was chased and had nowhere to escape, so he could only turn around.

He thought that Yang Xuan would pursue him closely... Killing the enemy general is the most important achievement of the Tang Dynasty, anyone would choose to chase and kill him.

When he heard the silence behind him, he turned his head again, and saw Yang Xuan leading the rest of his troops rushing towards his side that was retreating steadily.

"Yang Xuan!" Nayin's eyes were red, and he turned around on his horse, "You bitch slave!"

The enemy army, which was retreating steadily but not completely collapsed for a moment, saw the assault of Yang Xuan and others.

Someone shouted: "We lost!"

"Kill him!" The enemy general roared!

At the critical moment, he disturbed the morale of the army, and he dared to kill even Hua Zhuo's son.

Swinging the long knife, the man was beheaded with a knife.

But the eyes of those tribal warriors were full of fear.

The army is confused.

The enemy general shouted: "Turn around and block!"

"Run away!" Someone yelled.

Once the rout begins, no one can stop it.

"Run!"

As soon as the enemy fled, the morale of the Death Battalion soared again.

Zhao Youcai shouted: "The whole army assaults!"

Everyone, as long as they can move, is chasing after them with weapons.

Looking at this scene, Nayin couldn't help but feel like a knife was twisting in his heart.

The confidant said: "Boss, we must go!"

Otherwise, when Tang Jun's reinforcements arrive, no one present will have to leave.They will be the Tang army's credit, the corpses will be buried in the deep pit, and the heads will be hung on the spears to show off...

But after going back, Huazhuo will definitely take the opportunity to make trouble, how should I deal with it?Nayin gritted his teeth and said, "You made me wrong!"

The confidant said comprehendingly: "Zhuo Cuo escaped in battle and caused the rout, he is the chief culprit!"

The wrong person is Hua Zhuo, the supervisor of this trip.

But Zha Cuo was lying on the ground at this moment, with half of his head gone.

A foot went past his head, and then another...

"The enemy army is routed."

The coachmen who stayed in the car formation cheered.

Those rout soldiers panicked, and when they reached the edge of the horse herd, they scrambled for each other, and were hacked and killed by the death battalion who came after them. Some successfully got on their horses and ran away, some were hacked to death, and the rest knelt on the ground and begged to surrender.

The cavalry began to pursue.

Did not return until five miles away.

There were laughter and laughter along the way, but what Yang Xuan valued more were the soldiers of the Death Battalion who had shown some elite appearance.

It's a baptism!
A baptism that can transform the Death Battalion.

When they returned to the battlefield, the healers were treating the wounded, and the coachmen were cleaning the battlefield.

Several small officials knelt and sat together, surrounded by a person.

Look sad.

Yang Xuan was shocked in his heart, dismounted and walked over.

Song Zhi was lying there with an opening in his chest and abdomen, and he was panting at the moment.

"Master Song!"

Yang Xuan came over.

Song Zhi's eyes became brighter, "Yang...Yang Mingfu."

Yang Xuan asked: "Where is the doctor?"

Several petty officials lowered their heads.

Yang Xuan carefully looked at the wound on his lower abdomen, and he could see the internal organs.His lips trembled, "President Song..."

Song Zhi trembled, "The grain truck has been saved."

"Yeah!" Yang Xuan nodded.

Song Zhi's face became more flushed, and his spirit improved a lot.He looked around, "Go back and tell...tell my wife and children, I'm sorry."

Several petty officials choked up and nodded.

Song Zhi looked at Yang Xuan, and asked with a smile: "Yang Mingfu, I... can I be regarded as... dedicated to my duty?"

"En!" Yang Xuan knelt down on one knee, held his hand, and nodded vigorously, "Yes!"

Song Zhi looked at the sky, "I'm... Datang... a man?"

"Yes!"

The eyes looking at the sky gradually lost their luster.

The dark cloud that blocked the sun was slowly dissipating.

Yang Xuan got up and beat the breastplate hard.

Bah!
He went to another place.

It was a puddle of meat paste.

Several soldiers from the Death Battalion were consolidating the pile of meat paste.

"Mingfu!"

Yang Xuan thumped the breastplate hard, and asked, "Where are the captives?"

Someone pointed to the back.

More than a hundred prisoners squatted together.

Several captives were resisting, punching and kicking, and yelling and cursing.

"What are they cursing?"

Yang Xuan asked.

Someone said: "They said that sooner or later, the army will conquer Datang, let the men of Datang graze for them, and make the women of Datang become slaves for everyone to ride!"

Yang Xuan said: "Bring it here."

Someone passed the order.

The five prisoners were brought over, still looking fierce.

Yang Xuan ordered: "The best equestrian in the death camp will come out."

More than ten people came out.

Yang Xuan pointed to the five captives.

"Drag them to death!"

Everyone was taken aback.

Yang Xuan raised his voice, "Drag them to death!"

In an instant, the soldiers of the Death Battalion breathed a sigh of relief.

Five captives were attached to horseback with their hands bound.They started to panic, and someone said: "Forgive me! I am willing to surrender to Datang."

"Help!" Someone's face was pale, and the fierce look just now was no longer.

Yang Xuan raised his hand and said coldly: "Drag!"

"drive!"

The five prisoners were dragged down, and then howled miserably.

The sergeant holding the puddle of meat yelled, "Brother, open your eyes and see, the Ming government has avenged you!"

Yang Xuan turned around, and Wang Laoer came supporting the old thief.

"Not dead?" Yang Xuan looked at the old thief carefully.

The old thief grinned, "Not dead!"

It's just a simple sentence, but everything goes without saying.

Zhao Youcai is here.

"Mingfu, brothers killed 63 people and injured 85 people."

This battle almost crippled the Death Battalion.

The remains of one's own side were collected and placed on the ground one by one, neatly, like an array.

Some corpses are incomplete, but they are not detrimental to the heroism.

The corpses of the enemy soldiers will be dug and buried, and the weeds here will be extraordinarily plentiful next year.

Yang Xuan stood in front, and the soldiers of the Death Battalion lined up behind him.Even the lame ones supported the shoulders of their comrades and stood up straight.

The sound of horseshoes came suddenly.

He Zun arrived with reinforcements.

babble.

The war horse was stimulated by the evil spirit after the battle, stopped and neighed endlessly.

Someone exclaimed, "This...the enemy army has actually lost?"

"They...the Death Battalion actually defeated [-] enemy cavalry?"

"Shut up!" He Zun stopped his subordinates.

The corpses of the enemy soldiers were thrown in the big pit, looking horrifying.

Yang Xuan took his subordinates and stood in front of the corpses of his comrades who died in the death camp.

He bowed his head.

Looked up for a long time.

He thumped the breastplate hard.

Bah!
blah blah blah...

Yang Xuan turned around with the people.

He Zun couldn't help but patted his chest.

Everyone slapped their chests.

Pay tribute to this group of brave warriors who came forward with their heads held high.

He Zun asked, "How was the battle?"

Yang Xuan said: "In this battle, the [-] iron cavalry of the Vaxie Department made a surprise attack, and the [-] soldiers of my Taiping Death Battalion lined up to deal with it. The enemy is brutal, and the soldiers of my Death Battalion will not retreat..."

He Zun only needs to look at the ruins of the battlefield to know how brutal the battle was.

"The two sides fought hard, the enemy's will collapsed, and the officials accompanying the food team..." Yang Xuan glanced at Song Zhi's direction, "Song Zhi, the head of the household department, led the food team to join, and then the enemy army collapsed..."

Yang Xuan nodded: "I am Tang, mighty!"

Everyone solemnly said: "I am Tang, mighty!"

The dark clouds gradually drifted away, and the sun pierced the edge of the dark clouds and sprinkled on the earth.

At some point, the eagle flew back and soared in the sun.

……

Second more.

(End of this chapter)