The fox minister in the late Tang Dynasty

Chapter 395
The light of the sparsely lit camp went out in an instant, and was quickly overrun by darkness.

The young soldiers in the crouching camp stood close to Liu Zhiyuan, their breathing became heavy, their nose flapped, their eyes wandered, and they muttered something in a low voice.

Outside the camp, the soldiers who have not entered the tent will rely on tents and fences to cover their bodies and listen to the movement. The barracks with nearly 8 people extends to the left and right little by little. In such an atmosphere, it looks mysterious and quiet. The message from Wang Yanzhang brought Shi Jingtang and Yan Bao back to the big tent.

"Is there a scout outside the camp to inquire about the movements of the Khitan people?"

"Li Cunshen's people are outside."

"It's useless, Yelu and Abaoji should have formed an encirclement!" Li Siyuan stopped, turned his head and looked at the darkness outside, "Ask everyone to prepare! You also go to the front camp and tell my brother to guard the right village!"

"it is good!"

Shi Jingtang clasped his fists heavily, got on the horse led by his soldiers and rushed to the front camp, not long after he left, Li Siyuan turned around and was about to return to his tent, when a faint fire lit up in the darkness in the distance, someone in the camp roared Said: "The Khitan attack at night."

"Fix the formation!" Li Siyuan stood at the tent opening and drew out his saber.

The soldiers outside the scattered camps gathered quickly. In such an atmosphere, even if the command at all levels would not explain, the soldiers would know what was going on. Each of the upper officials guards each section of the fence behind them, and sets up horse-repelling and trip ropes.

At this time, Wang Yanzhang's side was doing the same thing. Except for the soldiers hiding in the tent, more than 2 people spread in the darkness and stood at their respective positions.

After the complicated and orderly movement, there was a quiet atmosphere. From the generals to the soldiers, they clenched their weapons tightly, and in the darkness, their eyes looked nervously at everything outside the camp.

"The Khitan people are coming sooner!" Wang Yanzhang got on his horse, thrust an iron spear into the ground with one hand, tore off the strip of cloth, and wrapped the handle of the gun tightly around his palm. His gaze swept to the figures crouching in the darkness. The voice is clear and high-pitched.

"Tonight's battle to the death is not for our country, but only for ourselves. No one will be spared if the camp is trapped. Only when the camp is here, can we see the sunshine of tomorrow!"

In the camp, no one answered.

Soon, a galloping scout came back in a hurry. He was lying on his horse's back, with six or seven arrow shafts stuck in his shoulders and back. of wood.

The scout shouted: "Keep the camp!"

The galloping horse, the scout seemed to have exhausted the last of his strength, turned over and fell off the horse's back, and there was no movement. The ownerless horse slowed down and looked back, groaning and spreading its hooves, and ran away along the fence in horror up.

The horses passed by the sight of the crouching figures behind the fence, no one turned their eyes, and looked straight at the darkness in the distance. In the distance, there were dull footsteps on the mountains and fields.

For a moment, specks of flames lit up, and black shadows spread in a line.

"Here we come!" Someone said in a low voice, and the surrounding comrades tightened their grip on the hilt of their swords and the handles of their shields.

In the field of vision, groups of Khitan soldiers and horses advanced rapidly and orderly, and there were more and more flames among them. The ignited kerosene cloth wrapped the arrows, and each Khitan archer rested on the bowstring and looked up to the sky, and then a piece of With a whoosh' sound, dense flames lifted into the sky, instantly turning the night red.

"Covering comrades—"

The commanders at all levels were screaming, and in an instant, there was a neat "boom", and the shield soldiers of each array put on their big shields to cover their companions around them, and thousands of soldiers stood close together. The next moment, feathered arrows with flames poured down crazily, and there were clanging sounds all around.

Or tie it up in a tent, blown by the night wind, and set off a fire with a 'wow'.The Han soldiers or Shatuo soldiers who were hiding inside ran out quickly, and those who were on fire rushed to the ground and rolled over to suppress the flames.

At this moment, in the entire camp, the archers on the archery tower were the first to fight back. After the rocket passed, the three archers pulled their bowstrings one after another, and shot at the few Khitan Qingqi who rushed into the place of the arrow. Arrows, soldiers who can become archers, are usually soldiers with strong bodies and strong arms.

It is not difficult for ordinary soldiers to draw the bowstring once or twice, but it is not easy for everyone to draw the bow frequently as in the battlefield.

Three arrows hit one arrow, and one of the two Khitan light riders got hit on the buttocks of the horse, and stumbled away.However, the second group that came over was hundreds of thousands of Khitan light cavalry, galloping in the dark. While running, they kept pulling their bows and shooting arrows at the camp to harass them. As soon as they returned fire, they fled away on horseback and returned after a while. , Continue riding and shooting.

Li Cunshen wanted to bring a group of cavalry to drive them away, but Li Siyuan stopped them.

"If you go out, you won't be able to catch up, and it's easy to damage your soldiers and horses. The current plan is to hold the camp and wait for the dawn!"

In the words spoken, the archers in the battalion had already fired back in pieces, and the arrows swept across the night sky in black, and the moment they drove away the hundreds of Khitan light cavalry, countless black shadows gradually accelerated and stretched half a mile outside the camp. Spreading out is like a black wave overwhelmingly sweeping towards this side.

"Prepare--"

Wang Yanzhang raised his gun and yelled, everyone raised their blades and shields horizontally, the guns pressed against the horse, and stared at the 'black line' crazily running towards this side.

The Khitan soldiers who cannot be seen clearly are usually formed by their own tribes, and they are also tribesmen, relatives and friends, and the battle formation is more united. During the rush, no one is timid. In front of us are the camps of the Han and Shatuo people.

On horseback, Wang Yanzhang and Li Siyuan shouted the same in their respective battalions.

"kill--"

At the next moment after the sound, the mighty front of the soldiers surrounded the camp of the phalanx in a line. The charging Khitan infantry crashed into the fence, and was nailed to death by the protruding spears. The people in the rear squeezed together, layer upon layer, and the wooden fence immediately couldn't bear the weight and collapsed.

There were also galloping cavalry throwing hooks and hooks to the fence. With the strength of the horses, several horses pulled hard together and dragged the fence directly to the ground.

In just a few tens of breaths, almost half of the fences on three sides of the camp were destroyed.

What exposed the Khitan soldiers and horses was rows of repelling horses, and the Han soldiers and Shatuo people were rushing back to rear and re-arm.By this time, the Khitans were already charging, and it was impossible to stop and form a formation and slowly push forward. The Khitans who poured into the camp rushed to resist the horses one after another, climbing and smashing wildly and waved weapons at the Han behind.

There was also a violent counterattack. Wang Yanzhang and Li Siyuan commanded the soldiers and horses under their command to keep them away from the horses, and it was difficult to carry out the orders passed on.

On the front line, tens of thousands of people rushed, countless swords and guns were piercing into the flesh and blood of the people, and the blood spattered. The charging horses collided with the piles and fell down. , fell into the Han army formation with a bang, and was nailed to death by several spears.

As soon as the war started, as expected, the war escalated to the most tragic level.

The cavalry and infantry all charged together, the archers released cold arrows, and then changed into sabers and joined the battle group, cooperating with the shield array and spear forest to forcibly block the oncoming Khitans on the front line.

However, it was only blocked for an hour. Soon, the Khitan emperor came to the battlefield in person, and the attacking Khitan army rushed forward with all its strength, and the frontline of the refusal horse finally became shaky.

(End of this chapter)