Hengdao Sixteen Kingdoms

Chapter 664 Using Troops

Wang Meng went on a killing spree in Liangzhou, which naturally forced many tribes to defect to Bald Sifuzhao.

Of course, these people themselves were not innocent. They took advantage of the chaos in Liangzhou to plunder places and took many lives on their hands.

In this world, there are no innocent tribes in Liangzhou.

The so-called surrender is just a lack of strength. Once it rises, everyone wants to take a piece of meat in Liangzhou.

"Since the thieves are not willing to sacrifice their lives, I will give them a ride and send orders to all the troops to wipe out the thieves. The Xuanjia army does not need to participate in the battle. Guard the north road and do not allow Pianjia to escape back to Mobei!" Wang Meng said loudly.

"Leader!"

Morale was high all around.

The army marched northward in a mighty manner. Within three days of marching, the rebel army split into two groups and attacked from the east and west. It was like a bloody mouth, trying to swallow Liang Jun in one bite.

Three days ago, there were 50,000 infantry and cavalry. Three days later, the rebel army became 80,000.

Young, old, and even strong women all went into battle together.

Almost the entire Xianbei, Xiongnu, and Qianghu tribes in Hexi gathered under the banner of Tufa Sifu.

Many bandits also wore iron armor and rode war horses, roaring and jubilating under the scorching sun, with black smoke billowing and the momentum overwhelming.

Liang Jun only has more than 40,000 troops, so it seems that the rebel army has a great chance of winning.

Bald-haired Sifuzhao put all his capital on it and either won a big victory or suffered a big defeat.

The current situation in Liangzhou no longer allows him to drag it out any longer. Wang Meng's extermination has caused great damage to the Yi and Di tribes. Even the tribes that surrendered to Daliang were moved away.

The Samanas in Guzang were also eliminated and their support was cut off.

Now the decisive battle seems to have at least half a chance of winning. If it drags on for another month, the food and grass will be cut off and the tribe will be separated.

"Liangzhou is the land of our Xianbei people. In this battle, we should defeat the Liang thieves, kill Wang Meng, and capture the Liang prince alive!" The bald-haired Si Fuyun rode on a tall white horse and shouted in Xianbei dialect, full of ambition.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The large number of people not only made them more powerful, but also made them more courageous. The Yi Di people burst out with the loudest shouts.

The mountains and plains are filled with the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling.

Then, the bandit cavalry poured down like a flood that broke a dike and surged toward Liang Jun.

The ground began to tremble.

Countless barbarians were heaving and roaring on their horses, as wild as wolves.

But Liang Jun on the opposite side was extremely calm and calmly set up his formation on the flat ground, with spears standing upright, shining coldly under the scorching sun.

After a blast of horns, a dense rain of arrows rose from the array, flew into the sky, and then scattered on the grass.

He immediately shot down more than a hundred horsemen, and the fallen horses stumbled dozens more.

However, facing the tide of thieves, bows and crossbows could not completely defeat them.

Under the toothbrush, the order swayed from side to side three times, and the cavalry who had been waiting on both wings for a long time slowly moved their horses' hooves.

Under the scorching sun, the battlefield seemed to turn into a huge whirlwind.

Countless thieves and cavalry circled around the infantry formation, constantly throwing arrows into Liang Jun's infantry formation.

And Liang Jun's cavalry were also hovering in this huge whirlpool, constantly harvesting the lives of the rebels.

Ever since Huo Qubing captured Liangzhou, this land had never been peaceful for a long time. Every inch of the land was soaked in human blood and buried with bones.

External development has always been difficult.

The Huns left, the Qiang people came back, the Qiang people left, the Hu people from the Western Regions moved eastward, the Hu people settled down, and the Xianbei people came again.

In the subsequent era, there were Turks, Tubo, Dangxiang, Mongolian and other tribes who occupied this hot land.

But any dynasty that wants to make progress, whether for defensive needs or to connect with the Western Regions and suppress the grasslands, must win this hot land.

The huge whirlwind kept roaring.

Various shouts and screams were mixed in, resounding throughout the battlefield. Several feather arrows came from nowhere and landed at Li Jian's feet.

"Your Highness!" The expressions of Fu Pi and the followers of the Prince's Mansion changed, "This place is very dangerous, it is better to retreat."

Although Wang Meng was watching the battlefield, the corner of his eye fell on Li Jian.

"The soldiers are still using their lives, how can I retreat?" Li Jian put his hand on the hilt of the sword, with a bit of glory on his face, "My Li family's world came from the sword, how can the Li family be afraid of fighting? I wish I could charge into battle with all the soldiers!"

For a moment, it was as if his blood had awakened.

Every father is a mountain in the eyes of his son, and he is also the object of his son's imitation. Li Jian's martial arts skills are ordinary, but his blood is still there.

Only such a grand and cruel battlefield can stimulate a person's potential.

When Murong Huang and Murong Jun of Yan State were crown princes, they both led troops to conquer all directions.

The prince of Di Qin, Fu Chang, was severely injured by the Jin army's powerful crossbow and died of his injuries.

The prince does not have to charge into battle, but in this era, one cannot ignore soldiers and witness war with one's own eyes.

Wang Meng withdrew his eyes from the corner of his eyes, with a smile on his lips.

The surrounding soldiers were greatly inspired and their momentum was lifted.

The battlefield seems dangerous, but in fact it has always been under Liang Jun's control.

The infantry is as motionless as a mountain and as steady as a rock; the cavalry attacks like fire and is as swift as the wind.

After fighting for more than an hour, the battlefield became more like a giant millstone, grinding the flesh and blood of countless thieves.

Before the formation, the corpses of men and horses accumulated to form a low wall of flesh and blood.

The brave Liang Jun stood directly on top, holding his spear tightly, and stabbed the rebels from a high position.

The bandit army seems to be huge, but in fact they are just a mob. They just shoot on horseback for a while, then gallop on horseback, then shoot on horseback again...

The damage caused is really limited.

There were also some brave people who rushed toward the formation with knives, but were stabbed into hedgehogs.

Liang Jun's equipment, morale, training, toughness, and mentality are far higher than those of the rebel army.

After nearly two hours of fierce fighting, the rebel army finally couldn't bear it anymore. The people could bear it, but the horses were exhausted, and some tribesmen quietly withdrew from the battlefield.

"The victory or defeat has been decided. Send an order to all armies to attack." Wang Meng waved his hand.

Several war drums roared behind him, flags were waved, and the battlefield also changed.

The infantry no longer formed a defensive formation, but stepped forward to squeeze the space for the thieves and cavalry to move.

The bandit army is exhausted and they are just rising.

The battlefield was quickly divided into more than a dozen pieces, and they were slaughtered wantonly by Liang Jun.

The cavalrymen retreated back to the center one after another, like tired birds returning to their nests, swarming under the tusks.

The civilian men in the Chinese army quickly brought water and refined feed to feed the war horses. The cavalry drank large gulps of water and chewed dry food, with sweat and blood still on their faces.

In two hours, they will hunt down the bandits.

Although the battlefield was chaotic, the Liang army seemed to be in good order. The cavalry, infantry, civilians, and generals all performed their duties without any panic.

"Uncle is really like a god in military warfare!" Li Jian was amazed.

Kung fu is most evident in the details. Being able to command an army of tens of thousands of people like an arm and move smoothly and freely is not something ordinary people can do.

"It's not that the ministers use the soldiers like gods, but that the officers and men work with their lives, and the country is governed like the army." Wang Meng stood with his hands behind his hands and looked up at the sky. The scorching sun turned into the setting sun, hanging on the western horizon, turning the originally bright red earth. Dyed golden red.

Countless thieves prostrate themselves in the sunset, and endless war horses wander in the dusk...

(End of this chapter)