The fox minister in the late Tang Dynasty

Chapter 397 The Flag in the Morning Light
Woo!Woo!
The horn of the summons resounded, and it spread in a mixed noise. On the crumbling front line, the fierce fighting had lasted for nearly three hours. In the camps on both sides, the corpses of Han soldiers and Shatuo soldiers were piled up. The Khitan soldiers were covered with blood all over the ground, broken flesh and broken limbs were trampled under their feet.

The Khitan Emperor Yelu Abaoji came to the battle in person, making the already aggressive Khitan tribal army even more crazy. After the opponent's solid defense line showed signs of collapsing, the emotion of tearing everything in his heart became stronger.

"Die ah ah—"

A soldier from the Central Plains stabbed the Khitan man who was stepping down on the shield, pushing him back out of the front line. The latter clutched the handle of the gun tightly, enduring the severe pain so that his body rushed straight towards the Han soldier, screaming. The spearman abandoned his long spear, drew his saber frantically, and slashed at the opponent's neck, thick blood rushed to his face, and in his sight, the head of the Khitan soldier rolled down from his shoulders with blood lines.

Huhuhu.
Panting heavily, the soldier staggered back, and was thrown down by the tribal soldiers who followed closely behind. The blade pierced into his chest with a 'poof', and blood continued to overflow from the mouth of the Central Plains soldier.
Woo!
woo-

The order to retreat sounded, and the battalion's stretching forward line, the surviving generals and commanders of all levels looked back at the camp covered in blood, with disbelief on their faces, but they did so anyway, and immediately mobilized their guards In the past, the confrontational soldiers were allowed to retreat while fighting, and they would give up the already unstable Khitans.

"Go!"

"Let the Khitan dog thieves go grab it, brothers in front, follow along!"

The chaotic front line was criss-crossed, and the orders that came out could not be conveyed to everyone's ears. The soldiers caught in the battle had no time to leave with the group, and were swallowed by the crowd in the blink of an eye.

He Gui's half-body armor was dripping with blood, and his cloak was torn into tatters. He cursed the Khitan people loudly, and occasionally scolded Wang Yanzhang who gave the order to retreat from the central tent. Thousands of people entered in his field of vision. , but came the order to retreat.

"With a little more time, I will definitely be able to repel the Khitans." He wiped off the blood on his face, gritted his teeth and said in a low voice.

However, the retreating crowd retreated while fighting, and they had already reached his position. He Gui threw out the distracting thoughts in his mind, raised his sword high and lowered it, drawing a line on the ground.

"Stand up again!"

The fire illuminated the night sky, and also illuminated the camp that stretched for several miles, reflecting the crowds of Khitan soldiers swarming shoulder to shoulder. In an instant, they broke through the front line built by the horses and poured into the camp without hindrance. It was like a rolling torrent sweeping between the tents, frantically wielding knives and soldiers to advance inch by inch, or throwing burning torches to the tents to ignite the fire.

By this time, the battle was a foregone conclusion.

The Han soldiers retreating while fighting in the front finally stopped under the command of the general, reorganized the team, set up shields to form a second line of defense, and nailed the diverted Khitan soldiers and horses in place.

During the hissing and mournful cries, in the burning tent, smoke and flames shrouded the squatting soldiers below. The young Guo Wei watched Liu Zhiyuan cover his mouth and nose with a cloth towel mixed with urine, and he followed suit. Afterwards, the temperature of the tent that was burning above was slightly lowered, and one hand tightly grabbed the soil, staring at the figure of the Khitan running through the tent.

"Liu Tou, when is it going to be scalded to death!?"

Liu Zhiyuan pulled the knife with one hand and covered his mouth and nose with the other, "Ghost knows, but it should be soon."

After many years in the army, the Khitans came in so easily, and they had to hide their generals in their tents, so it is not difficult to understand that this is the best opportunity to wait.

But the burning flame above his head brought choking smoke and high temperature, which was really unbearable. He clenched the handle of the knife, slowly adjusted his movements in the voice, and stepped on the soil with one foot.

His breathing became heavy, and he looked outside with red eyes, and said in a low voice to his comrades in the same tent: "We're going to fight."

In an instant, more than a dozen people in the tent got up from the ground one after another, holding the handle of the knife tightly in a half-kneeling posture. Guo Wei imitated their appearance and stabilized the iron helmet on his head, his immature face puffed up.

At a certain moment, outside the battle tent, Wang Yanzhang was riding on a horse, standing at the gate of the middle camp, looking at the flesh and blood mill, and slowly raised his iron spear to point at the Khitan soldiers.

"Send the order, ambush all out, kill—"

The moment Ling Qi blew the horn, the burning and collapsed tent suddenly opened, and figures rushed out dragging their blades. Liu Zhiyuan kicked his feet and screamed: "Kill——"

The rest of the soldiers followed suit, rushing out of the tent with the leading figure, and Guo Wei who fell behind took two heavy breaths, his teeth clenched to the extreme at this moment, and a hysterical voice roared out of his mouth.

"Kill ah-"

"kill!"

Thousands of figures rushed out of the camp, entered the rushing tide of soldiers, charged into the front line, frightened the Khitan soldiers and horses fighting over there, and more importantly, there were many Han soldiers who rushed out of the camp behind them, Or the Shatuo soldiers crazily chiseled in, and the Khitan who were originally attacking the front line were hacked down one by one.

Guo Wei held the handle of the knife and pulled out the blade from a Khitan soldier with all his strength. Before he could catch his breath, Liu Zhiyuan pulled him away. The spear came over from the side, sticking to the boy's waist and piercing through the air.

"Watch your surroundings!"

Liu Zhiyuan yelled at him, turned around and rushed towards the Khitan people on the front line. Guo Wei, who was a little dazed, came back to his senses, pressed a big iron helmet, and followed fiercely with a knife in one hand, and rushed into the front line together. Behind the Khitans on the road.

"Oh? The Han soldiers also arranged an ambush in the camp?"

In the wilderness, the imperial flag on a high ground was fluttering, and the screams of "buzzing" came from the fighting on the battlefield. After reading the news in his hand, Yelu Abaoji had a smile of approval on his face. , somewhat made him feel fresh.

But it's just fresh.

"When hunting in the mountains, sudden incidents are normal. They are almost the same here. How can I be afraid, Khitan warriors?" The emperor threw the note on the ground. It's just too weak."

Yelu Abaoji calmed down the restless war horse. When the horse's hooves stamped on the spot, he issued an order to surround the entire Han army camp, and at the same time, a commotion suddenly broke out in the rear. Soon, some cavalry rushed over from the rear and heard Information, the Khitan Emperor looked at the battle on the other side of the mountain with disdain.

"A group of old and weak soldiers, let Xiao Dilu take care of them."

Yelu Abaoji pulled the reins, he was not very interested in Zhou Dewei rushing out of the city, as long as he defeated the Han reinforcements in front of him, Youzhou and the soldiers and civilians in Youzhou would all be his captives.

"Your Majesty, the Xiao Clan has been unfavorable in fighting these few days. Will it happen again if they go?" Lu Wenjin was a little worried. He had heard about the gap between the descendants and the royal family. Judging from the performance of Xiao Dilu and others recently, he was most afraid of the other party appearing. If you don't work hard, if you are defeated again, let Zhou Dewei lead his troops to attack from behind, it can be said that it will have a huge impact on the battlefield here.

Yelu Abaoji waved his hand, interrupting his words.

"If the enemy really has the ability to kill here, I might as well fight him. After becoming emperor, I haven't fought the enemy for a long time." Yelu Abaoji hugged the cloak that was draped on the armor, his gaze was a little higher Looking fascinated at the battlefield fighting in the distance, "Zhen, I really want to kill myself."

Lu Wenjin was taken aback by his words, and hurried forward to pull the reins.

"Your Majesty, absolutely not, you come with the body of Wancheng, and the sword has no eyes on the battlefield!"

"It's just a joke."

Yelu Abaoji slapped his hand away, "I really want to end, the generals here are not qualified enough!"

The words came out, Yelu Abaoji wanted to continue talking when he looked at the surrendered general who backed away with an apologetic smile, but his voice suddenly stopped, and the restless horse that sat down became more and more anxious, and it kept stamping its hooves and shaking its mane on the spot.

"Your Majesty, something is wrong!" Lu Wenjin and a group of Khitan generals sensed the abnormality and came up one after another.

The emperor did not answer. As an emperor who built a country on horseback, he was very familiar with these sounds. Just a moment ago, he heard the sound of iron hooves spreading across the ground.

"Give me the torch!" Yelu Abaoji snatched the torch and threw it on the ground. The burning torch was in sight of everyone, rolling at a slow speed.

cavalry!

Yelu Abaoji suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of the north. Within two breaths, there was the sound of galloping and roaring spreading across the mountains in front of him.

The emperor's expression froze.

In the camp where the fight was fought, Wang Yanzhang looked away in surprise. It was almost five o'clock at this time, and in the blue and dark colors, the first morning light was breaking through the gaps in the clouds.

Like a torrent of cavalry gathered around the foot of the mountain on the high slope, the dark armor reflected the sunlight and scattered the unique luster of the metal, and the mighty smoke and dust filled the sky. In the figures of the galloping horses, more than a hundred people poured out, They are all party members, wearing heavy armor, and the tall war horses are also wearing harnesses, rushing up and down at the forefront.

"Heavy riding ahead!"

Wearing a red cloak, Li Cunxiao leaped out and raised King Yu's spear, "Qingqi is behind, kill—"

Boom boom boom.
Countless iron hooves stomped on the ground and let out a roar, and the huge cavalry formation speeded up with the resounding sound. In an instant, like a flood that burst a bank, it exploded, facing the rising golden morning sun, rushing to kill the camp there The Khitan army array went straight to the past.

The huge roar shook the ground, and the Khitan soldiers and generals who were attacking the Han camp were frightened by the sudden cavalry and stopped. After reacting, they rushed to the crowd and shouted: "Array, array, defend the right wing—— "

The words shouted were small, and more Khitan soldiers would stare at the undulating 'Wang Yang' over there in a daze, and then, their scalps would tingle and tighten, and they would retreat subconsciously.

next moment.

The heavy cavalry roared forward, and more than a hundred party cavalry in heavy armor rammed into the crowd with their spears in their arms. The weight of the high-speed running directly knocked people over and trampled them under the iron hooves, and the corpses rolled and trampled crazily.In a moment, more cavalry rushed in, one after another silhouettes were knocked into the air, knocked down and smashed to pieces, spears were thrust into the struggling Khitans, and the iron hooves below were full of crackling flesh and bones shattering sounds.

The mighty array of cavalry swept across the dust and smoke, cutting off the Khitan soldiers and horses that were attacking the barracks!

"Flag down!"

Yelu Abaoji's voice sounded in time, just to avoid being discovered by the opponent's cavalry.

(End of this chapter)