My Chinese ancestors

Chapter 582: So wise and so close to a demon
"There are more than 10,000 Western barbarians in this group?"

The Satsuma Palace was quiet. After listening to the scout's complete story, Su Chen frowned slightly. In such bad weather, the other party actually sent 10,000 soldiers and horses. Their combat effectiveness was quite good, compared with the barbarian soldiers in the Western Regions before. Pretty much the same, extremely brave and not afraid of weapons.

Thinking of this, Su Chen looked at the other people in the hall.

"The opponent relies on the right time, place and people. The number of troops led by Le Jin and Pang De is too small. I am worried that they will suffer a loss. Generals, who will lead the troops to rush for reinforcements?"

"I am willing to go!"

Xiahou Dun's fiery temper had long made him want to leave the city. Now that he had drunk wine, he was even less temperamental. He walked out directly regardless of his brother Xia Houyuan's pull.

"I am also willing to fight!" Xu Huang followed and held up his hands beside Xiahou Dun.

"The Qingzhou army has gone, how can our Xiliang army lag behind? Zhiran!"

Dong Zhuo banged the table, and Li Jue, who was drinking with Guo Si next to him, suddenly looked serious. He stood up instinctively and said, "Grand Master, I am here to serve you!"

"Asking for orders from His Majesty!"

"Then order a battalion of soldiers and horses each!"

After enduring this attack, when the enemy put away their weapons, the soldiers holding shields and officers shouted in their respective teams: "Hit them to death!"

Then, there was a roar all around, shields were pushed out from the hands of the soldiers, and they were pushed forward hard, knocking down the barbarian soldiers who were waving their weapons, causing them to stagger back a few steps.

At this time, Su Chen sat back on the throne. Zhuge Liang suddenly lowered his feather fan and looked at the emperor on the throne with a smile, as if he still had something to say.

Ordinary armor can be penetrated by a repeating crossbow within twenty steps.

"Your Majesty, all the people under my command are not afraid of severe cold. Let us serve your Majesty in this battle!"

"Run to the flank and tell the five hundred comrades two miles away to move forward half a mile and push the battle line towards the enemy's left flank."

A battalion of the Qingzhou Army, with only 2,000 men, was like a rock in the sea among the crowd, constantly receiving terrifying impacts.

This is also the biggest reform in the army since Su Chen established the Governor Cavalry. When the general is killed in battle, or the army is temporarily without a general, the soldiers of each battalion and each team should follow the orders of their respective superiors and cooperate with them. The nearest military formation continues to fight the enemy or withdraws its troops.

The position of governor cavalry plays a vital role in this. It is related to the literacy and reading of soldiers in the army. They understand why they are fighting and who they are fighting for. They clearly understand their situation and their strategic purpose. What, etc., these are things that the soldiers and horses of the old era could not give.

This is something that cannot be achieved in this world.

There was really no way to be biased, so Su Chen had no choice but to say this. For a moment, Su Chen paused, pressed one hand on the armrest, and looked fiercely.

Amid the boiling roars and fighting cries, bows and arrows could no longer adapt to this weather. Instead, the repeating crossbows in the hands of soldiers had been continuously improved over the years. While reducing the range, the strength of the crossbows had been raised to another level.

The voices of the governor's cavalry and generals at all levels in the army kept shouting everywhere.

Once the morale of the army was broken, the entire war collapsed, and the subsequent strategic goals were also affected, causing the entire campaign to fail.

Suddenly, the original situation of fierce fighting and danger suddenly changed into a situation of more wolves and less meat. Every general and local general wanted to fight with the more than 10,000 barbarian soldiers outside.

The wilderness outside the city was still blowing with wind and snow. On the snow that covered people's calves, there were human and horse footprints and hoof prints. The charge of tens of thousands of people was overwhelming and powerful.

"Here!"

A governor knight jumped off his horse, picked up the iron shield from the side of the wounded soldier, and took the lead to push it on, "Come together!"

The Qingzhou soldiers at the front gritted their teeth and withstood every blow, their arms trembling slightly. There were also flying ropes and stones coming through the wind and snow. Some of them flew above and hit their heads, causing their heads to break and bleed immediately. He could only grit his teeth and squeeze out a few short screams of pain.

he yelled.

Following closely, Anuhu, the general of the slaves, also walked out of his seat.

Large shards of arrows were shot out from the hands of the archers who stepped forward to suppress them, like a black blanket spread over the front rifle shields and the shoulders of the gunners, and shot at the charging barbarians, bringing countless blood sprays.

"However, I don't want any prisoners. You all know that since the other party dares to send people here, be prepared to bury them all here!"

at the same time.

I don't know what method these Western barbarians used. As long as their heads were not hit by arrows, even if more than a dozen arrows were nailed to other parts of their bodies, they would still rush towards them at an undiminished speed.

"In the spear formation, one will come from behind. Let the crossbowmen suppress it first."

The general led his army around the enemy's rear and rushed to attack the central formation. Between each formation, he could only obey the orders of the general above him.

"Strike the shield!"

After Su Chen established the Xia Kingdom, he not only gave the soldiers the best treatment, but also completely eradicated this shortcoming from its roots through years of guidance from the Governor Cavalry.

At the moment, the Western barbarians are coming like a tide. Even though they are tall and strong, many of them are not afraid of the severe pain of swords and spears piercing their flesh. They are also unable to shake the Qingzhou Army who have formed a formation and cooperated with each other.

Even if there are only two thousand men in one battalion, they are still firmly rooted in the front line where ten thousand people are charging.

"Take over the front line and let them breathe."

After all, military orders were strictly confidential at that time, so many soldiers didn't know what to do after their generals died or disappeared in battle. Under the pressure of the enemy on the opposite side, they gradually lost their will to continue fighting, and soon they would break up and run away.

In the wind and snow, the battle line stretched for three miles.

"Damn, how can these barbarians be so durable?!"

Xiahou Dun, Xu Huang, Li Jue, Anuhu, and even Ma Dai who requested the battle were pushed out by their elder brother. They received Su Chen's order with everyone, and then walked out of the hall arm in arm. Before the troops were ordered to fight, they were already on the sidelines. As we walked, we discussed how to distribute this piece of 'meat'.

More than 10,000 barbarian soldiers, this is a feat delivered to the door. Besides, the Mongolian cavalry has always stood in front of the attack. Many Chinese generals have won several siege battles. There are too few opportunities to perform meritorious service. Li Jue One step forward.

The long knives, axes, and maces that were swung wildly hit the shields blocking them in front of them.

What followed was that the infantry shield in front held up the shield and accepted the fierce pressure from the barbarians on the opposite side.

The sound of the governor's cavalry was heard again, and the shields fell to the ground and stood up. The crossbowmen who replaced their arrows retreated, and the spear formation quickly came forward and stabbed out in unison. There was a sound of metal piercing flesh.

Bu Dun, who had a bloody head and a bloody head, listened to the general's voice. He freed up a hand, pulled out the steel knife inserted at his feet, stabbed it out from the gap in the shield, and pierced the abdomen of the barbarian opposite, or in the other side. The opponent's thigh was cut with a knife.

This is the experience gained from surviving on the battlefield and widely disseminated in the military.

Enemies usually try their best to protect their vital points. It is actually not easy to kill them with one knife. However, it is much easier to cut off the hands and legs. If a person's limbs are cut, his ability to continue fighting will be greatly weakened, and the barbarian on the opposite side is no exception. It's just that compared to ordinary people, they need to chop more.

On the ground of the entire front line, the two sides were already fighting hard to separate themselves from each other. Far behind the barbarians, O'Lain's head was still rolling on the ground.

In the wind and snow, Le Jin walked over, covered in snow, picked it up, and held it high in his hand.

"You, the leader of the barbarians, are here, so don't resist!"

He wanted to destroy the military morale of the barbarians. However, the barbarians who responded to Le Jin were still swarming in. They didn't seem to care about O'Lain's death in battle, and they continued to attack Le Jin and Pang De desperately.

Ha ha! Miscalculation!

Le Jin pulled out his Huanshou sword. With an afterimage on the blade, he directly chopped a barbarian away. He retreated to Pang De's side. The two looked at each other and said, "Kill the enemy with Wen Qian (Ling Ming)!"

The next moment, the flying Qiang cavalry and the soldiers who came first also rushed over and set up a defensive formation with their war horses beside the two of them.

"We will live and die together with the two generals!"

More than a thousand people braved the heavy snow in the night sky, and on the red-stained snow, they faced the enemy rushing towards them like a tidal wave.

Blood was spilled, figures fell, horses fell, swords plowed out a ravine in the snow, and the charging barbarians fell, constantly piling up on the front line of soldiers and horses that penetrated deep into the enemy's formation.

The fierce battle between the two sides echoed through the night sky. Behind the battlefield, on a mound, there were two figures standing on it, their large robes filled with snowflakes.

One has a stooped figure and the other has a dark complexion. It was the Holy Lothar mentioned by O'Lain, and his black student Baddeley. Their eyes had a faint green light in the dark night, and they could clearly see the fierce battlefield on the snowy night in the distance.

"I remember that Emperor Sakprut once called the Easterners Selis. The emperor had no doubts about the prophet Moses' prophecy that he would have to have a strong army before he could challenge. I was still doubtful at first, but now I finally know who Emperor Sakprut is. Be cautious."

Under the hood, the old face full of tumors twisted his lips and said: "The Selis people are really powerful. Such a small number of people can stop the warriors of the Jinsa tribe. It's a pity that this idiot O'Lain, if he If Sabo is not sent over, it will be Sabo who will direct this battle, not him."

On the side, a black man named Baddeley tilted his head: "Teacher, O'Lain seems to have died in the battle."

"Haha, this battle originally requires someone to die. Didn't O'Lain ask me what the price would be?"

Lothar's old face smiled and gained deeper wrinkles.

"That's the price."

He looked at it for a while, then slowly raised his hand and the cane in his hand, "That's almost it. The battlefield over there has attracted enough attention from the emperor in the city. Let the Wusheng Army pass by. There is a road in Satila City. Secret passages."

Lothar seemed to have foreseen the victory and smiled even more.

"Let Vidal deal with the king of the east cleanly!"

When the black man Baddeley heard the name 'Vidal', his strong body trembled slightly under his cloak. He was a quite terrifying man, second only to the generals under the Emperor who were accustomed to fighting.

He is the champion swordsman in the Wusheng Army. He and the Thousand Swordsmen Battalion mobilize the teacher's subordinates to follow orders.

Sometimes, the teacher would give the opponent a bit of a thumbs down, which shows that the opponent's strength is recognized by the teacher, and what's frightening about the opponent is not his superb swordsmanship, but his extremely cruel personality. When fighting the Satsuma people, , led a sneak attack with only 500 swordsmen, and killed more than 700 people in one battle. Later, they invaded Maiti City and slaughtered the people without restraint, even children, for fun.

However, after hearing that the troops coming from the east slaughtered every city they encountered, and also liked to pile their heads up like a tower, I suddenly felt that Vidal was simply a kind-hearted person.

"I will convey the teacher's orders to him!"

Baddeley lowered his head and immediately turned around and left.

Soon, the cryptic message flowed out from the mound. On the originally white field, as if dazzled, a piece of snow suddenly moved, and in an instant, figures wearing white cloaks and covered with snow were seen rising from the ground. , moving quickly across the wilderness.

……

At the west gate of Satilasi, the drawbridge was lowered, and a large number of soldiers and horses were moving through the open gate.

Two battalions of Qingzhou Army soldiers and horses, two battalions of Xiliang Army soldiers and horses, 500 flying Qiang cavalry, and 3,000 slave soldiers, a total of 12,500 people, lined up in a long line and stepped on the suspension bridge and rushed into the heavy snow. .

Xiahou Dun opened his eyes angrily, stationed his horse at the outside end of the suspension bridge with a gun, and kept urging the soldiers and horses passing by.

"Quick! Quick! Any slower, and all these Western barbarians will be killed."

Ma Dai led the flying Qiang out, stopped for a moment in front of the one-eyed general, and said with a smile: "General Xiahou, you have to hurry up, but Dai will go first!"

After saying that, with a big laugh, he led his five hundred cavalry into a gallop. Xiahou Dun was so angry that he got on his horse and handed over all the soldiers and horses under his command to Xu Huang, and he followed the flying Qiang cavalry in Ma Dai to kill them. To the battlefield more than ten years away.

Heavy snow is falling in the northwest corner of the city.

The deep alleyway was filled with lifelessness.

There was a sudden creaking sound in the thick snow. A wooden board tilted up against the snow. After scanning the outside, he pushed it away completely and got out of it.

The next moment, white figures carrying long swords quickly spread towards the Satsuma Imperial Palace with the sound of crunching snow.

One of the figures, not too tall, had a big sword behind him and rushed to the door. Under the white hood, he had a stern face, a short golden beard, and a hawk-like look in his dark blue eyes. Looking in the direction of Satsuma Imperial Palace.

The corners of his mouth were stretched into a cruel smile.

This is Holy Lothar taking the initiative to let him come over to kill, and he can finally let go.

"Wait a minute, what should I do if the Emperor of the East kneels before me and begs for his life?"

With a cruel and teasing smile, he sped up and quickly led the thousands of Wusheng troops who came out of the secret passage through the deserted city streets.

Although there are many Eastern soldiers stationed in the buildings in the city, the entire city is too big to accommodate them, and they cannot notice their small group of people.

Even if they stepped on the snow, no one would notice it.

Soon, the group disappeared into the night and approached the tattered outer wall of the Satsuma Palace that had been beaten long ago.

……

The snow is falling heavily.

The king's palace was brightly lit with firelight shining from the open door. Su Chen looked at the smiling Zhuge Liang who was sitting alone at the table over there, and couldn't help but ask: "Prime Minister, with your expression, I'm afraid you have something important to say!"

Over there, Zhuge Liang asked Wu Zixun to approach him and whisper a few words in his ear. The latter was stunned, and then walked to Su Chen without any delay, bowed his head and whispered softly: "Your Majesty, the Prime Minister said, the enemy is so upright and upright. I came here on a snowy night, maybe I still have something left."

Ok? !

Su Chen frowned and looked at the royal palace in deep thought. At this time, there were many military commanders in the hall, and his brows suddenly relaxed.

"Since I became emperor, I haven't encountered anything like this for a long time. It's a good time..."

Below, everyone had followed Su Chen for many years, so they naturally understood the meaning of Su Chen's words, and they all held their wine glasses and laughed.

While he was talking here, figures one after another spread into the dilapidated Satsuma Palace through the incomplete palace walls.

Looking at the lights coming from the palace hall ahead.

Vidal raised his hand and made a gesture to the men behind him, then took off the big sword from behind and held it in his hand.

"Same as before, neat and tidy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword dragged along the ground, leaving a trace of snow. At the same time, he ran out, shining on a curtain with firelight over there, and rushed forward with a bang.

Over there, the soldier on duty heard the noise and instinctively raised his shield. His sword whizzed against the shield, knocking the person away.

As soon as Vidal stepped onto the stone steps, he rushed again and the window lattice burst open.

"King of the East, your head is ready to be my trophy!"

The moment he shouted the words, a tall figure wearing silver armor and a black cloak came into view, and a city-breaking halberd in his hand was swept away.

"Damn it!"

The moment Vidal cursed in mid-air, the heavy blade of the sword magnified in his eyes——

Outside, the sound of trampling footsteps spread, and a battalion of a thousand swordsmen approached the king's palace. In the wind and snow, there was another loud bang in front, and a wall protruded outwards, then cracked and exploded.

Amidst the sky full of stone chips mixed with snowflakes, Vidal's figure was shot back like a cannonball.

……

Outside the city, Lothar, standing on the mound, felt something different.

He stretched out his hand in front of him, and when a snowflake fell on his hand, it suddenly floated away. The disciple Baddeli on the side looked over: "Teacher, what happened?"

"Strange...why the wind direction has changed."

Lothar looked at the changing trajectory of the snowflakes and murmured softly.

(End of this chapter)